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I hate your pictures, inside these frames Oh, it don't matter what those boys say Perfectly imperfect to me The stars scream your name Jealousy is killer, when you're me Make believe, don't make me leave, now Love her the same way Have my children, make my babies Get down on your knees I hate your pictures, inside these frames Oh, it don't matter what those boys say Did you mean it when you said all of those things Or do you hate me Or do you hate what I've become And I can't help holding back Oh these flowers are my favorite color Do they mock me for the freedom that I've lost Did you mean it when you said all of those things Or do you hate me Or do you hate what I've become Who knows Oh these flowers are my favorite colors Do they mock me for the freedom that I've lost And I can't help holding back