I’m sick of this day,
I’m sick of this week
I’m sick of the words, you chose to speak
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I look into the mirror, I don't like what I see,
because the person on the other side is not really me.
I don't see the person who I have always seen before,
The person I see now, is fighting an internal war.
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As the saying goes,
sticks and stones can break my bones...
But names will never hurt me.
Thats why I never thought that you would ever go desert me.
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I see my whole life, flashing before my eyes,
I see all of my hateful words, and all of my lies.
I see those that I hurt, and those who hurt me,
I see everything all of my mistakes, thats what I see.
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