Trust what a fucked up word
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It's more often misunderstood
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The last time we talked was all my fault but I'm not the one to blame
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You had a million chances to prove me wrong when I was right
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I'm not what you had in mind
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Do you remember when things seemed more at ease
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Didn't put forth the effort to please ourselves
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Now I won't look back and things will never be the same.
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You had a million chances to prove me wrong when I was right
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I'm not what you had in mind
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What's on your mind I need to take a look inside
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I gave you a million chances
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Don't fool me with those second glances
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I need to take a look inside
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Beaten beyond a reasonable doubt, do you know what I'm talking about
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I've seen it all a million times it's time to take back what was mine
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You had a million chances to prove me wrong when I was right
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I'm not what you had in mind
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I've spent many hours screaming, while my feelings were concealed
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Now I wanna take a moment and tell you how I really fell
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Don't blame my unforgiveness you can't have what is gone
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Quit searching for an answer, what we had is done
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Could I ever take it back, and start again.
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Today's the day I walk away, and realize this is the end
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Trust, some fucked up word you often misunderstood
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Last time we talked I took a walk and learned to forget your name
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Well Done
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| 88 Fingers Louie |
