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Say one thing - mean the other, give false pretends, avoid take actions, ignoring the truth
It does not feel like a knife in my back, but rather like a shot to the face
You're leaving a dirty trace
How could you ever be loved, ever be happy?
You must feel so crappy
Aren't you sick and tired of these fucking games?
What you're waiting for is going up in flames
It's a concept which is far off course
This is a way of living i do not understand
You make a whole new brand
This is not what I asked for
Your wounded wrists must be sore
You're only digging your grave deeper
And you're only becoming cheaper
You call it independence
I call it bullshit
But I know you're crying on the inside
You cant deny the truth
And I may lend a helping hand
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