And I'm manipulative, passive-aggressive, oversensitive, mean.
I've got teeth, dear, I've got teeth.
I only bite the ones I like and you've got fang-marks up and down your arms.
And one year ago, I first loved you!
I saw myself in you and narcissistically fell for our charms.
We have good taste, good taste in everything but sweethearts.
We're in love with ourselves, and self-centered, we break hearts.
Well, maybe that's an exaggeration.
I guess we probably only ever hurt ourselves.
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