It’s all about me
And the things that I do
Nothing is ever about you
I guess you’re perfect
And I am flawed
But unlike you
I don’t keep score
If everything that niggles you
I just let things go
Because I just don’t see the point
Of holding on
To things and arguments that are done
I don’t want to waste my time that way
But if you do I guess that is OK.
fauxcroft 
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