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The Cat's Out the Bag
So the dark, angry inner turmoils
And bitter aches of my heart
Revealed themselves to you over time
You've been the victim of my temper
And yet still my resilient comforter
I deem myself lucky to call you mine
You've been under the microscope
Of my papa's ever-critical eye
Endured ever so commendably
Much less erratically hotheaded
Than me when I'm under fire
You never fail to soothe me
We've both made our mistakes
That much is painfully true
Its definitely not all you
I've said my impulsive outbursts
I've performed my share of drama
Don't deny it; you know its the truth
Don't believe you're inadequate
Please don't say you're horrid
Face it, my love, we're both a mess
We're both flawed and insecure
But you're perfect for me in my eyes
Hold your objections, baby... you're the best
And bitter aches of my heart
Revealed themselves to you over time
You've been the victim of my temper
And yet still my resilient comforter
I deem myself lucky to call you mine
You've been under the microscope
Of my papa's ever-critical eye
Endured ever so commendably
Much less erratically hotheaded
Than me when I'm under fire
You never fail to soothe me
We've both made our mistakes
That much is painfully true
Its definitely not all you
I've said my impulsive outbursts
I've performed my share of drama
Don't deny it; you know its the truth
Don't believe you're inadequate
Please don't say you're horrid
Face it, my love, we're both a mess
We're both flawed and insecure
But you're perfect for me in my eyes
Hold your objections, baby... you're the best
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