You say you know me, well you don't know me enough. You say you love me, well you don't love me enough. Love me like you say you do, or I might just slip out of your reach.
Vain as I am, I know you don't want that.
Vain as you are, you don't believe me when I say this.
We'll see how this ends. Will it me a masochistic me staying with you despite everything, or will it be a proud and dignified me breaking up with you once and for all? Frankly, I'm afraid of both outcomes. What on earth have you done with me?
/P.
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