You tell me things like I hate you all the time
To me it sounds that you had another line
I'm not responsible for any of your problems
Face my reality and think about the things you told theme
Here I am, I'm standing here, my friend
I do the best I can, I try to understand
It doesn't make a sense what make you feel so mad
You had in your hand, you busted it, my friend
As you gave up to fight, it was me
Side by side with you and your shit or did I hide?
You didn't see the pain I had to take
So you turned away and told everybody that I'm a fake
Here I am, I'm standing here, my friend
I do the best I can, I try to understand
It doesn't make a sense what make you feel so mad
You had in your hand, you busted it, my friend

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