| I saw you break
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| Right in front of me
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| After all these years of my humility
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| Out in the open for all of the world to see
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| These lies
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| You fed me so strategically
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| For me to fall for — such a flagrant crime
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| (You're running out of time)
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| Dress me in my well-worn shame
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| For being me — do not forsake
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| The fool I’ve been, written on my face
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| Point the finger for the blame
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| Digging me my own grave
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| I feel such shame
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| When you look at me
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| When surrounded by my oblivion
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| To all of the things you have done to the third party
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| This pain — the end will meet the means
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| Then you’ll be nothing short of a memory
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| But right now
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| I’m holding back on my anger
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| I’m crying at every slander
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| I’m seething under the surface
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| I’m hanging on the precipice
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| If watching you with such scrutiny
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| Is as easy as you tell me
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| How could this go unnoticed?
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| I’m through with you and your clenched fists
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| (I'm through with all your betrayals ample
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| Consider yourself dismissed)
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| Dress me in my well-worn shame
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| For being me — do not forsake
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| The fool I’ve been, written on my face
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| Point the finger for the blame
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| Digging me my own grave
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| I spent so long wasting my time
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| On all these things that aren’t worthwhile
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| I grabbed at straws, in denial
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| Serves me right
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| (You're running out of time)
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| Dress me in my well-worn shame
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| For being me — do not forsake
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| The fool I’ve been, written on my face
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| Point the finger for the blame
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| Digging me my own grave
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| (I saw you break
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| Right in front of me
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| After all these years of my humility
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| Out in the open for all of the world to see) |