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My turn
I cant stop thinking of your face
The one that made me feel disgraced
You put me down for far too long
Now im too scared to say im gone
Your footprints are tracked
Up and down my back
From all those year
Of me being a doormat
Im done this time
I won't deny
Youre done torturing me
I won't lie
Your turn to be stepped on
Walked all over
Your turn to be a doormat
You thought you were clever
My turn to shine
My turn to survive
Im in control now
You answer to me, bow down
The one that made me feel disgraced
You put me down for far too long
Now im too scared to say im gone
Your footprints are tracked
Up and down my back
From all those year
Of me being a doormat
Im done this time
I won't deny
Youre done torturing me
I won't lie
Your turn to be stepped on
Walked all over
Your turn to be a doormat
You thought you were clever
My turn to shine
My turn to survive
Im in control now
You answer to me, bow down
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