Look at me,
In the middle of the street,
Flood gates have been opened,
And there you are standing there,
Saying "I can help you, "
Look at me,
In the middle of everything,
Thinking of how much you "cared"
And how foolish I was to believe that,
Look at me.
Giving up the fight,
Giving up on the hope,
That there will be a better day,
Look at me,
And keep telling lies,
But in the end I will never
Accept you again.
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