Peachy
It's not my fault,
it can't be my fault
That you speak to me in the way you do
Now I'm split in two
I'm half me and half you
But I hate us both
Don't you?
It's not your fault
It can't be your fault
That I let you crawl inside my head
Now you know my places
And you know that face
But I hate this taste
Don't you?
No, of course you don't
Of course you don't
You say life is peachy without me.
Arienette, vrouw, 36 jaar
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