They expect so much out of you, like perfection.
And the fact that you wrote a song about being a mess doesn't change this.
You're not one to come out of your shell in social situations so you avoid the groupies altogether.
You'll continue to tell people you're not innocent-- that you've got enough guilt to carry the Empire State Building over the seas and back. You'll tell them until they believe you. But they won't; they'll never believe you.
I do.
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