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| You Don't Wanna Hear About It |
| I'm sorry if the subject I talk about bores you or if you're sick of hearing about it I'm sorry that you think I am stupid for how I feel But you don't have to deal with this feeling everyday This yearning of what you had and want back It eats away at your insides and at the self control you worked so hard to build and keep up To prevent yourself from breaking down and admitting that you were blind and still are to what is staring you in your damn face and laughing Because you're lying to yourself and wearing rose colored glasses to make the world look happy. September 3, 2001 |
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