In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die ?
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't believe me ?
I know I'm unloveable
You don't have to tell me
Oh, message received
Loud and clear
And if I seem a little strange
Well, that's because I am
The Smiths -
Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now,
The Boy With The Thorn In His Side,
Unloveable
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