Buildings made of sugar

 have I been so naive
for all my life
to think we had a bond
I guess you must've lost yours
in the mail

where were you

when he came and I was frightened
frightened to death

all my building are made of sugar

why didn't you tell me
not to dye my hair
that I wasn't ugly
do i have to be grateful
for all the issues you gave me
by ignoring me

where were you

I used to be inside of you
you had to love me didn't you

all my building are made of sugar
what do you know
what do you care

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