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Nov 2018
What do I do
To make you cry
What do I do
To make you feel like you should die
How did I
Make you meet your demise

I'm the one who has to pick up the pieces
I'm the one who has to carry you around
But now
I'm the one who gets stomped into the ground?

I sit here
Day by day
Doing nothing wrong
In my chair is where I stay
But here's all the flashing lights and sirens
Bells and whistles here and there
From the ocean up to the highlands
A spotlight with such a glare

And I ask myself
What did I do
To make you cry
And does that mean
That I deserve to die?
Another chance, is all I ask from you.
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