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[09 Mar 2011|02:35pm] |
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again? And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face? And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space
Hate me today Hate me tomorrow Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you
Hate me in ways Yeah ways hard to swallow Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you
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