I hid inside my room like a fucking coward

and the past 18 months flashed before me in the last eight long hours.

A little less than amazing: you finally got a rise out of me.

So I laughed, I cried (well, I tried, but i laughed again).

See? Who the fuck needs a caricature to be their friend?

It's so fucking stupid.

I'm just as scared and insecure as you (maybe even X2)

and i wonder what you really thought of me.

An intimate friend? A loud-mouthed jerk? Or just a novelty?

(and, hey, do you think i could sing this a little more out of key?)

This is not an apology. It's just therapy.

Because as we all know (and apparently), I don't need anybody.

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