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And everything just makes me want to
sing:
I just can’t get over it. Can’t get over it.
Before
you start to hate me, I never wanted to be like this.
I didn’t
want to end it all, or even have to feel.
This nightmare seems oh
so real, taunting me day and night.
Chorus: Yet I
just have one last favor to ask.
Can you leave me now?
Then
could you come back somehow?
I don’t really want to think of
you.
There’s way too much, too much we’ve gone through.
How could I get
such a feeling?
Why is all of this unpleasing?
I thought it’d
be better for myself if I left.
It’s hurting me more and more.
One day I just
don’t want you.
The next I cannot live with myself.
Because
of everything I’ve done.
chorus
What’s my
obsession with everything?
You aren’t so great.
Everything
affects me.
Act like nothing’s wrong, panicking inside, making
myself lie.
I don’t want you around. (You know I do).
chorus (echo: I want you around.)