What is love? Baby, don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me no more.
We’re all so damaged and weird. I think that keeping my heart open and continuing to love is the right thing, but sometimes it seems so stupid. I know that it’s made me a more resilient person, that I rant and rave and love and get hurt and hurt and hurt.
I hurt you
'Cause you hurt me
So I hurt yo…
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