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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
Written by BlackCarol
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