| Staring out the window she sees glimpses of last night
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| And everyone is silent but speaking through their eyes
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| Walking to the bus stop where the court of judges wait
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| To sentence her to live her life
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| Like she should always be ashamed
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| Been around so many times it wears out what you are
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| Accepting sarcasm and false sincerity
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| As words that people mean
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| Rejection redefined by giving up just what they’re after
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| Someone would tell you
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| If they could speak above all this laughter
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| Think you could learn somehow the time just isn’t now
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| Got a reputation now and no one’s holding back
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| Wearing scars on your sleeve, so exposed to their attack
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| All her friends have pulled the plug on respect and reserve
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| Behind her back they prey on weakness
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| It’s not what you deserve
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| Shot down, humiliated, pummeled by their words
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| Devoted you lay down with misplaced loyalty
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| Its misery you seek
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| No longer called by name when everybody’s got your number
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| When dignity is gone
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| That’s when depression drags you under
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| To depths you didn’t know beneath and under
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| No longer called by name when everybody’s got your number
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| When dignity is gone
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| That’s when depression drags you under
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| To depths you didn’t know beneath the undertow |