| You stormed the bass of my heart,
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| Taking place of my scars,
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| With a mouthful of words that you can’t and you don’t wanna say,
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| When I’ve just about cleared up the mess that we made,
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| Made to fight with my guard up,
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| In case your blade is still sharper than armour,
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| You can’t walk around just expecting my praise-
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| when I’ve got a mouthful of words that I don’t wanna say
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| I’m mad,
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| But not for you, not for you
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| I’m mad
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| But not for you, not for you
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| Time turned chains into rust,
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| But wandering eyes made it harder to trust,
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| and tougher to judge the decisions I made, in the-
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| Mind that you damaged and nerves that you frayed,
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| Watching the watered down love,
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| Fall away from your eyes,
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| Would usually force me to fall of my feet, but I know-
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| You’re only as sick as the secrets you keep
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| I’m mad,
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| But not for you, not for you
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| I’m mad
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| But not for you, not for you
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| I’m not I’m not yours to change or devastate,
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| I still taste the shame of everything,
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| It’s not your blame to place or delegate,
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| I quit while I’m still carving
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| I’m mad,
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| But not for you, not for you
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| I’m mad
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| But not for you, not for you
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| I’m mad,
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| But not for you, not for you
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| I’m mad
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| But not for you, not for you
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| I’m mad,
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| But not for you, not for you
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| I’m mad
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| But not for you, not for you |