| I’m overmatched, undermanned
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| I’m trying hard to understand
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| crushed beneath and once of hope and flattened by your heavy hand
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| I know you’re giving it your everything, you’re letting me down.
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| You she’s gone for the good of all of us
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| and so I should be thankful for the light that lies ahead and be it understood
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| that I have everything while everything is letting me down.
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| You say in love we tend to hide
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| we lose ourselves, we die inside
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| devotion takes the place of self reliance
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| soon will follow pride
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| and that is why I cannot listen to you
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| Grandma not now.
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| I never lost myself at all
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| I may have slipped, I didnt fall
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| I never hid, I didn’t die, my pride’s intact
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| I’m standing tall
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| I gave her everything till everything was letting her down.
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| I don’t know if she understands,
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| or ever will
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| but I know that we’re better off,
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| and better still.
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| ohhhh
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| I hear that she’s laughing more,
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| then she had been
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| so I know thather bitter heart
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| is sweat again.
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| May it put your mind to rest
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| my worry lies with her investing
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| all she had in someone so alone
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| is not the healthiest
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| not that I grew, not that i thrived
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| beside a woman so sour.
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| Oh I had more to give, I know
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| I guess I just assumed she’d lower
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| certain expectations given life
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| had flung me to and thro
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| and it was all that I could do to stop
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| from shutting right down.
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| I should have told her, I confess
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| your bitter heart is such a mess
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| and every little drop of blood,
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| and ounce of love, a pound of stress
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| she never mentioned that was something
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| that was bringing her down.
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| I dont know if she understands,
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| or ever will
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| but I know that she’s better off,
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| and better still
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| ohhhh
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| I hear that she’s laughing more
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| than she had been
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| so I know that her bitter heart
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| is sweet again. |