Staring out the window she sees glimpses of last
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And everyone is silent but speaking through their eyes
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Walking to the bus stop where the court of judges wait
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To sentence her to live her life
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Like she should always be ashamed
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Been around so many times it wears out what you are
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Accepting sarcasm and false sincerity
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As words that people mean
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Rejection redefined by giving up just what they're after
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Someone would tell you
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If they could speak above all this laughter
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Think you could learn somehow the time just isn't now
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Got a reputation now and no one's holding back
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Wearing scars on your sleeve, so exposed to their attack
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All her friends have pulled the plug on respect and reserve
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Behind her back they prey on weakness
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It's not what you deserve
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Shot down, humiliated, pummeled by their words
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Devoted you lay down with misplaced loyalty
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Its misery you seek
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No longer called by name when everybody's got your number
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When dignity is gone
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That's when depression drags you under
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To depths you didn't know beneath and under
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No longer called by name when everybody's got your number
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When dignity is gone
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That's when depression drags you under
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To depths you didn't know beneath the undertow
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There Will Be Revenge
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| No Use For A Name |
