You think you are complicated, deep mystery to all. Well it's taken me a while to see, you're not so special. All energy, no meaning, with a lot of words. So paper thin that one real feeling could knock you down. So see you when you're 40, lost and all alone, Being comforted by strangers you'll never need to know. Not sad because you lost me, But sad because you thought it was cool to be sad. You think misery will make you stand apart from the crowd, well if you had walked past me today I wouldn't have picked you out. I wouldn't have picked you out.

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