Imagine a truth which can't be painful to someone.
Give me a smooth little kiss on the cheek.
Someday I want to be pretty for The One,
But, obviously, I won't reach my peak.
I hate it when people tell me that I'm too weak
Because I have never ever been something "too".
And all my tears could make a river in one week
But I can't do even this little thing.
Sometimes I want to feel how I can be "too much".
But I am already too tired to speak.
And all my life I am a soft touch
And my perfect future seems really bleak.
Too much
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