Ah, Taylor Swift
When you look back and find me mourning
A body I left in that twin-sized bed
I’ll be preaching that I am not your girl
I’m not anyone
Do I have to make a choice?
Do I have to lose my innocence again?
Once again?
And I know that I will lose again
I fight this battle in my head
And time could tell me how to begin
And I would win, I would win
And I would win, and I would win
And I would win, I would win
I would win, and I would win
I would win, I could win
But I am not a girl
And I am not your angel
I am not what you need
I am not what you pray for
I am not what you’d pray for
And I am not what you’d stay for
But I am not your angel
And I am not your savior
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