Skammentary: Romance doesn't work out any better in Fourth Wave ska than it did in Third Wave ska, which warms the piece of charcoal I have in place of a heart.
"And in an ocrean of doubt you let me drown,
So I made up my mind: I hope that you're not sticking around,
I hope that you're not sticking around!
"Thought you said it would be nice,
But all I ever do is cry, cry, cry,
And I can't stand to look into your lyin' eyes,
No, I can't stand to look into your lyin' eyes,
No, I don't dare to look into your lyin' eyes!
"I thought this would be paradise,
But all I ever do is cry, cry, cry,
And hurt inside,
Oh, your lyin' eyes!"
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