| I know that you were bad for me
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| And you never really cared
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| Whether shallow or convenient
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| Your promises were empty air
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| And yet…
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| And yet…
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| I know that you were using me
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| I know I should move on
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| You consumed the very best of me
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| And I was just a pawn
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| And this won’t be the end of it
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| Even though it’s gone
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| It’s not about intent
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| But lack of empathy
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| You’re heedless and oblivious
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| Or maybe only cold
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| And I curse myself for caring
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| And I hate that I am weak
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| And I know these woods are beautiful
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| But I’ve promises to keep
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| And miles to go before I sleep
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| But I’m running
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| I’m running
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| I know that it was poison
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| And yet… |