Confrontation has never been my style
I don't thnk any of this is worth while
Anymore...
My heart is beating so fast
Why can't we put all of this in the past?
Is there hope...
I know that they all despise me
I used to hate myself but now I see
It was all a game...
In your eyes, I was weak
After it all, I don't even want to speak
To you anymore
To think I could have fallen for you
Now I'm hurting and I don't know what to do
Anymore...
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