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It is so easy for you,                                                             ­                             
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to crush my self-esteem                                                      ­                                
                                ­                                                                 ­                                   I wish I didn't love you,                                                             ­                           
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because I know you don't love me                                                               ­                     
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You aren't who I thought,                                                         ­                     
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I guess I've been blind,                                                           ­                                 
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bruises heal & I forget,                                                          ­                                         
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 how it affected my mind                                                             ­           
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Being punished for the past,                                                            ­  
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whether it was my fault or not                                                              ­            
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I thought our love would last                                                             ­       
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but I settled for what I got                                                              ­      
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You take all that I have,                                                            ­                  
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want me at your beck & call,                                                            ­              
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then tell me I should be glad,                                                            ­            
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I'm getting anything at all

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