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Oh yes I’m guiltyFor leasing myself outNot ready to go up for saleCan’t seem to give it upStubborn, so selfish I’m showing off the worst in me The return of SaturnAssessing my life Second guessing… I’m full of artificial sweetenerMy heart’s been deceitfulIt’s all artificial sweetenerI’m faking I love you’s You’re forcing me to You

Oh yes I’m guiltyYou and your museum of loversThe precious collection you’ve housed in your coversMy simpleness threatened by my own admission And the bags are much too heavyIn my insecure conditionMy pregnant mind is fat full with envy again But I still love to wash in your old bathwaterLove to think that you couldn’t

Can you tell I’m faking it? But I want to be myselfA counterfeit dispositionCan’t be good for my healthSo many different faces Depending on the different phasesMy personality changes I’m a chameleonThere’s more than one dimensionI can fool you and attract attentionCamouflage my nature Let me demonstrate… Makeup’s all offWho am I?Magic’s in the make

My eyes are so rootlessThey wander, I followI keep staring, I can’t stop it I know I shouldn’t But I can’t stop it Such a cute girlI’m so jealousI wish I looked exactly like herWhat’s it like to have that body?I’m gawking while I wonder S-T-A-R-I-N-GI can’t stop staringS-T-A-R-I-N-GI can’t stop staring With my envy

Your my concentration,everything else is a bore.I’ve got myself snagged on you,no self control…Now all that I wanna do,sleep in the shadow of youfor the rest of my life. Now I can chisel,chisel and build a bomb.A pain diposited,from past scars.‘Cause the memories they can sleep,and we can live comfortably for the rest of our