| I know you want to see me everyday
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| But that’s not how this works
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| You call and you write
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| Guilt trips every night
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| Just to bring me closer to you
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| But I’m not standing by anymore
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| I’m gonna pack my things and walk out that door
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| I don’t want to think about what you’ll say to me
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| When I’m packing up my things to leave
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| I never thought that this would end
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| Or that I’d have these thoughts in my stupid fucking head
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| You did right by me. |
| You saw me through
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| I just wish I hadn’t seen through you
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| But I’m not standing by anymore
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| I’m gonna pack my things and walk out that door
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| I don’t want to think about what you’ll say to me
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| When I’m packing up my things to leave
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| Maybe I never tried
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| You only see your side
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| It’s not, it’s not about you
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| Go on, throw the blame
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| Put me in my place
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| It’s not, it’s not about you
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| I’m not standing by anymore
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| I’m gonna pack my things and walk out that door
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| I don’t want to think about what you said to me
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| When you packed up your things to leave
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| Maybe I never tried
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| You only see your side |
| It’s not, it’s not about you
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| Go on, throw the blame
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| Put me in my place
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| It’s not, it’s not about you
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| Maybe I never tried
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| (I'll never standing by)
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| You only see your side
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| (Packed up my things to leave)
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| Go on, throw the blame
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| It’s not, it’s not about you |