| You came To me Were hurt I cried Bruised And scarred You hurt I died You were hurt It�s all my fault I beat you It�s not my fault What�s happening to me? Should I die? Broken and lonely I can�t lie I don�t believe you when you say it�s okay Maybe I should pack my things �cause I know I can�t stay I should go off now out into the world From under your wing on my own beautiful girl |
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