it's back

Ask me about my past I'll unstitch every seam Tear everything out and lay it all on the table A scrapbook pulled from a house fire I'll romanticize every bruise I'm interesting Ask me how I've made it this far I'll show you every "I'm fine" How I've welded it into an armor I can't take off I'll turn every "I wish you were never born" into the reason you fall in love with me I'm a liar Don't ask me who I am I'll try to tell you something from the heart, I will But if you close the scrapbook and look up You'll see that there's nothing left I'll try to be something I'm not for you But I'm nothing

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