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You throw around your words As if they mean nothing. Well they mean something to me. They are able to hurt me. Maybe I’m not enough To make you change. Since I'm not enough To make you care about me. No, I'm not worth twenty dollars. So why am I here, Why did you have me? You twist everything up. You make me seem like the bad guy, You make me seem evil… But I'm not… I'm not! |
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