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What's wrong with you?
Cutting ties but I stick like glue
I'm not supposed to be real
But love is such an awful thing to lose
What's wrong with you?
No one wins but we always lose
I'm not supposed to be real
Marked for death and fleeting
But love is such an awful thing
To lose yourself in everything you do
Is trite in light of recent news