Amore-ities
It burns, it heals, I'm real
I'm here, I feel the breeze
I feel some animosity
In me, inside, it's near
I'm real and you're a hoax
He thinks about animosity
Explicit love he wants from me
I hate to be that girl with you
She's lost herself in animosity
As if she can get in, anyway
I fear she's a little hazy
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