After that awful night, I kept thinking of you.
And how you would have thought I was disgusting.
Everything I do, I measure it up to what you used to think of me.
Even now, I still try to live up to that girl.
Even now, that you don't think of me at all anymore.
That's what I should be embarassed about.
Not about stumbling out of that room
Or how it looked when I did
But That I still think you're great.
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