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"Rut"

Written by Jacob Pete

Never saw it coming until the end of all that came and left me here 
Without a clue as to what the hell is wrong with me and 
You asked me not to ever go but 
(Oh no) 
(Here I go) 

Now how's a prick (like me) supposed to feel when 
Everything is torn away and all that's real is the pain of yesterday 
I thought I knew I wasn't fit to love you but you fooled me into 
Knowing that I cared at least enough to cry and wish that I was dead 
But I won't die... 

You can't say "hi," well, screw me 
I think I'm bitter, well, screw me 
You look the other way, well, screw me 
I think I'm hurt, well, screw me
I think I'm hurt, well, screw me

Never saw it coming until the end of all that came and left me here 
Without a clue as to what the hell is wrong with me and 
You asked me not to ever go but 
(Oh no) 
(Here I go) 

You can't say "hi," well, screw me 
I think I'm bitter, well, screw me 
You look the other way, well, screw me 
I think I'm hurt, well, screw me
I think I'm hurt, well, screw me
I think I'm hurt, well, screw me
I think I'm hurt, well, screw me