Feed me till I want no more Lack of praise makes my heart sore Click, click goes the fan cam Because of their ‘likes’ I call them fam. Feed me till I want no more A mere shadow of who I was before If you don’t approve of what
Afraid of the pain Of being alone again I stay. Because maybe he’ll change Maybe I’ll change Maybe we’ll change Things will change. Afraid of the pain Of being alone again I stay. I want to give us a chance, To maybe reignite romance. Restart this love dance, And so
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