| I reminisce all the nights growing up that I spent all alone
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| Except the presence of a stomach ache
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| Feeling sick to the bone with the thought of the words they would say
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| When will these days fucking go away?
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| Being pushed all around to the ground I grow up
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| Feeling nothing but a hole inside
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| Because of you being heartless, I grow up being friendless
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| And hopeless in a world that second guesses
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| You fucking bully, you fucking prick
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| You fucking coward, you fucking dick
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| You left me down and out again
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| I had to pick up the pieces
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| To mend this broken heart of mine
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| I had to rewind and start again
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| You left me down and out again
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| I had to pick up the pieces
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| To mend this broken heart of mine
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| I had to rewind and start again
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| I didn’t have the length nor the strength, I stood out from the crowd
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| And fucking vultures circling all around
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| I was 12 years old and at a point
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| I remember thinking this is not the way I want my life to be told
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| I have faced my demons
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| I built me up when you were dragging me down
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| And at the lowest point, I saw the shatters of a self-esteem
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| Belonging to my broken dream
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| Fuck you
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| You left me down and out again
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| I had to pick up the pieces
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| To mend this broken heart of mine
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| I had to rewind and start again
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| You left me down and out again
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| I had to pick up the pieces
|
| To mend this broken heart of mine
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| I had to rewind and start again
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| Because of you being heartless, I grow up being friendless
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| And hopeless in a world that second guesses
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| I was 12 years old and feeling lifeless
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| Your words can’t hurt me now |