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Mystique is deadLast year was badI let myself getSucked in by arithmeticFelt great to stripNew waist to hipI hate to admitJust how much I paid for itDid I cry myself to sleep about that?Cheat about that?Rot teeth about that?Did I sweat hours a week about that?Compete about that?Lose my freak about that?Huh, all of the aboveI wanna punch the mirrorTo make her see that this won't lastIt might be months of bad luckBut what if it's just broken glass?I spent my summer getting lost in mathMaking weight took all I hadWon't outrun her if you don't hit backIt's just broken glassI'm scared to quitLoosen my gripIt's tough to admitJust how much I get from itWhen I cry myself to sleep about thatCheat about thatGet in too deep about thatWhen I sweat hours a week about thatCompetе about thatLettin' her treat mе like thatI think that it's loveI wanna punch the mirrorTo make her see that this won't lastIt might be months of bad luckBut what if it's just broken glass?I spent my summer getting lost in mathMaking weight took all I hadWon't outrun her if you don't hit backIt's just broken glassKeep the faith (Broken glass)Same mistakes (Broken glass)Just a phase (Broken glass)Just a phaseI wanna punch the mirrorTo make her see that this won't lastIt might be months of bad luckBut what if it's just broken glass?I spent my summer getting lost in mathMaking weight takes all you hadWon't outrun her if you don't hit backIt's just broken glass
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