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Look at you now, pathetic and weak |
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Slowly walking down on loser street |
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Bound to live your life without dignity |
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Self-inflicted misery |
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Trust is something that you earn |
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Deceit from trust is what I've learned |
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What you have is what I gave |
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I made you what you are |
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Is this the thanks that I get |
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Broken trust, a permanent scar |
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True colors |
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Transparent, I see through you |
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Who cares about old times |
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Who cares anymore |
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I'm just waiting for the right time |
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To even the score |
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Once you're gone and out of my way |
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You'll see my life was not so grey |
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Trust is something that you ear |
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Deceit from trust is what I've learned |
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What you have is what I gave |
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I made you what you are |
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Is this the thanks that I get |
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Broken trust, a permanent scar |
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True colors |
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Transparent, I see through you |