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She's a little much,
And a little overloaded.
With everything she wants
And nothing she needs,
She loses it slowly.

She's unsatisfied.
But what can she do?
She pours it out, and takes it in,
But there are holes in her soul,
And values slip like sand.

Her heart is on her sleeve
On her hips and on her lips.
She'll get what she wants,
But it won't last.
No it won't last.

She takes what he gives,
And gives what he takes,
But he isn't the only one
Smiling her way.
He isn't the only one
She'll invite to play.

She's a mess in a dress
With something to prove
With an emptiness inside
With a heart to soothe.

She's a little much,
And a little more than broken.
She's trying but,
What she needs
Is a little less of what she wants.