| There is nothing here for me,
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| But I’m here for you,
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| So I will never leave.
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| And I’m starting to believe,
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| Every time you said you loved me,
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| You were just talking in your sleep.
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| And I said I would die for you
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| But that was before I knew
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| That it’s all you wanted me to do
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| And time and time again,
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| I can tell you I hate you,
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| But that won’t ever make it true
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| Cause even during the good times
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| When you kissed me,
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| I didn’t want to open my eyes,
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| Because I didn’t want to realize
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| How hollow our love was,
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| But now that it’s over,
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| I’m still here, and all I want to know was love.
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| And I only talk about you in the past tense,
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| Because through all of this mess,
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| It’s the only thing that makes sense.
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| And all I do these days is want
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| But I’ve settled for wishful thinking
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| And neglecting, and justifying my emptiness,
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| Because it’s easier to see what you have
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| When you can see what your neighbor lacks,
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| I would give an arm and a leg
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| Just to have my arm and leg back
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| And I worked so hard to help you find truth,
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| Just to slowly learn that your silence says
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| Just as much about your character
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| As your words do.
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| We gave our love away.
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| I always thought that I would be okay.
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| I never thought I would be okay.
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| Through this silent note, what constitutes the truth.
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| Cause I can tell myself
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| Time and time again,
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| That I’m not making sense of this
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| And that cross around your neck
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| Was more hollow than your head
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| But I still just wanted to follow you to bed.
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| I never listened to my own voice,
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| Maybe some of us embrace death,
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| But some of us don’t have a choice
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| And maybe I’m both because I didn’t choose this
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| But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna change
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| Because I never do, and you never did
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| And it scared me away
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| And that’s why she still cuts your skin for you,
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| And that’s why that she’s still in you, and her name is Acceptance.
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| And she used to kill me, and now she is killing you.
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| And through all this stress and carried out disastrous distress
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| I’ve learned that I really don’t like you,
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| But I forgive you,
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| Because I love you.
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| I love you. |