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you dont listen to what i say
maybe you will when i go away
now im gone, is it still the same
or is it all just part of your game

you read me just like a book
but never took the time to stop and look
you never got the chance to see
the truth that hides within me

things are not as they seem
when you leave i sit and scream
dreaming things that will come
things that seem imbarrable to some

i thought about the pain you put me throuh
you never stopped it, it just grew and grew
now that you have gotten your way
im glad we went our own ways