I'm in that self-deprecating Kate Nash mood again.
I'm claiming:
"I can be alone, yeah, I can watch the sunset on my own, I can be alone, yeah
I can watch the sunset on my own, I can be alone, I can watch the sunset on my own."
But when you yell something really loud you usually don't mean it. You doubt it beyond belief.
I just want to be with someone. There's nothing wrong with that, and there never has been.
So why have I lived eighteen years with no one?
Am I a leper?
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