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I'm done
I can't look at you anymore
You make me sick
Just walk out the door
I hate the life that you picked
I'm sick of the cries
I'm sick of the tricks
I'm sick of the lies
Im done with your abuse
How could you do this to me
You made me feel so used
I let you fool me for so long
I don't know how I didn't see it coming
Was this your plan all along?
Well now I know for sure that I'm done
Your no longer apart of me
I'm done with your fun
Don't you see we will never be
You make me sick
Just walk out the door
I hate the life that you picked
I'm sick of the cries
I'm sick of the tricks
I'm sick of the lies
Im done with your abuse
How could you do this to me
You made me feel so used
I let you fool me for so long
I don't know how I didn't see it coming
Was this your plan all along?
Well now I know for sure that I'm done
Your no longer apart of me
I'm done with your fun
Don't you see we will never be
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