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I’ve never been good at happy endings
No fake fairy tales
I can barely tell if I’m the hero or the villain.

Staying true to form, I asked for blue skies and you gave me a storm
(And that’s not even a metaphor)
I’m just really sorry for the raindrops.

So, meet me on the mountaintop
where the atmosphere is thin
And we depend on each other to breathe.
Baby, I was suffocating,
thank God for the breath of fresh air.

No, I’m not  drowning in the wishing-well of all your fairy tales
I used to tell you but you never listen.
Don't let good sex confuse your heart,
Making you think you're in love.

Sorry I couldn’t give you a “happily ever after” chapter
I’m no good at happy endings.
But I hope you find it with someone else soon.
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Twisted