(Now playing: Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan)

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I don't wanna call it off, but you don't wanna call it love.

Even when Riddle was deeply in love with you, she still hid her feelings. She was still in denial and wanted to keep her image up as the Heartslabyul housewarden. You understood when you first figured out but why did you still feel a sharp pain in your heart when she hid the love from them?

You only wanna be the one that I call "baby"

In all honesty, Riddle still loved you, though, she was ashamed of feeling this way to another girl. Her mother had said this was forbidden, but she still wanted you to call her cute pet names.

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars, shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling.

Her awful attempts at trying to convince herself that if she tried avoiding her feelings at all costs even if it meant by just kissing men. But, it was hard to try and not imagine you as them.

You can say it's just the way you are, make a new excuse, another stupid reason.

Whenever she had a chance to face her feelings head-on, she immediately made an excuse — Horrible, not believable excuses at that. Another stupid reason over and over again.

Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck).

Guess she'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.