Left in the spare room like a spare part. Not wanted here and know it. Need a hug, need a friend, need some fucking sympathy. There's not much of that to go around for a spare part, though. The lyrics of 'Hand Me Down' play on loop in head. Mistake. Mistake. Mis-takes. And tears.
Cry YOUR fucking heart out. YOU'RE used goods now sweetheart.
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