I don't want to be your other half I believe that one and one make two.
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together.
I don't want to be your idol.
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights.
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart and its wounded beat.
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling.
What do you thank me for.
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