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I told them I love them
It wasn't a lie
But I must have somehow insulted them
To justify their reply
They said I was stupid
They said I was cold
Took aim upon my poor spirit
Trying to make me feel old
They laughed at my heartache
They spit on my pride
It's all I'd remember of others
If right this minute I died
Too late for healing
The stone has been cast
Always the pain will be waiting
In my inescapable past
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| © 2011. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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