We were invited to a party. It was a small party but still you went. Once there you criticized the decoration of said party. It wasn't your vibe. Then you found fault with the music. Followed by an arraign towards the food. I left to go talk to the stranger.
You wanted to go home. You wanted to have your own party... when you were with me.
But I danced and I spoke with them. You set in the corner now censuring yourself.
When you came with me everybody spoke to you and I. I just wanted you to have fun to make the most out of it. But now the odds were uneven.

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