It doesn't matter.
That he told me that I'm on the one.
That he told me that it's fine, that i'll be fine.
It doesn't matter.
This isn't my first rodeo, honey.
This isn't my first rodeo.
There is something wrong in me,
inside, deep inside of me,
This isn't my first rodeo, honey.
The delusional thoughts, they keep on coming.
And you can't erase a thought, neither a feeling.
But I don't love myself,
and it doesn't matter if you, do.
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