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I was raised to be strong |
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Yet, I stand here a man; |
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Alone on knees |
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When did I find the will to disclose these wounds? |
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Another burnt display of affection, dead to the grave; |
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You were the only one I had; |
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Now who am I to confide in? |
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With these tears I will wash away my frustration |
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I will wash away my memories; |
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But you refuse to be let a stray |
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Who the fuck are you supposed to be to me? |
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Vividly I remember how things used to be |
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You said this would never change; |
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I am nothing but feeling, but I will not beg; |
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Every thought of you is another regret to be had; |
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And every thought is another feeling |
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But do I have what it takes to erase the past? |
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You said things would never change |
