| I’ll cast the first stone
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| Just to take the attention away from me Anything to protect my reputation
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| Because I feel like that’s all I have, all I know
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| What do I look like in their eyes?
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| Is it something desirable?
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| Or am I nothing?
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| What do I look like in their eyes?
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| What do I look like in their eyes?
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| I’ll cast the first stone
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| Like I am the last one to blame
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| Just to shift their condemning eyes away
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| I’ll cast the first stone
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| Like I am the last one to blame
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| Just to break their denouncing gaze
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| Why should I wait to hear their verdict?
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| Why do I care about who they think I should be?
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| Why should I wait to hear their verdict?
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| Why do I care about who they think I should be?
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| I have been bending over backwards for every reason but the right one
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| I have placed value on things that don’t deserve it Now what do I look like to those who matter?
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| Why did I waste all this time on the temporary?
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| It’s too easy to take the wrong things to heart
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| Especially from those who seem to have misplaced their own
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| I won’t say that I’ll never cast another stone
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| Or that I am the last one to blame
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| But I want to stop living like anyone else’s opinion
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| Of who I should be is a regulation in my life
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| I shouldn’t forget there’s a difference
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| Between living for other’s approval and just living for others |