sometimes I feel like I am the replacement Brenda.
we were both blond, and cute and funny.
it does not mean that you have to pretend to fall in love with me.
because that's what they are doing.
she's gone
so now it's me.
it's the same,
people I don't need to love me,
don't tell me your in love with me,
you don't even know the half of it.
I'm creepy,
aren't we all?
don't tell me you want me to come over,
I am shallow
and won't make out with your short bald head.
don't tell me I remind you of her
she's gone.
across the world
and I am still here.
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