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Don't say you've changed, I know better I'm done listening to all of your lies Your not getting better, you're only getting worse With every new promise you make to me, you're just creating another lie, more empty words And you know it too, don't act like you don't, we both know you'll never change So stop trying to make me proud...and stop trying to make me feel bad for you This little game of self pity is getting old And frankly my dear..I'm getting sick of playing

Don't say you've changed, I know better I'm done listening to all of your lies Your not getting better, you're only getting worse With every new promise you make to me, you're just creating another lie, more empty words And you know it too, don't act like you don't, we both know you'll never change So stop trying to make me proud...and stop trying to make me feel bad for you This little game of self pity is getting old And frankly my dear..I'm getting sick of playing

you wonder why I held on you ask me why I even care while I sit and go over what went wrong and you still sit there unaware of how much you really meant to me and everything we were supposed to be all those stupid plans we made all the stupid games we played all those pointless fights we had and all the wonderful moments too every time you made me mad even though we always knew no matter how much went wrong we somehow were right where we belong so when you ask me why I care I want you to know...

You say that you still love me and I wanna make us work But u have no idea baby how much it hurts To tell u that I still love u too But not be able to do a damn thing about it Or maybe u do know And u can easily hide shit But Im going crazy over here Wanting you so bad it hurts Wishing that youd call me So I can just hear those words Youre the only one that can make me feel this way And I had you once before and yet I threw it all away Because my world was crashing, and I know that yours was ...

Life is like a photograph, sometimes its white, sometimes its black Sometimes its dressed in colors galore, But then life turns bad as people expect more and more After awhile it just to much to handle You wanna blow it away like when you blow out a candle Some people think they have it bad when they make it bad for themselves When the truth is that they could make it better by just letting someone else help The ones who have the real problems dont make it such a big deal They keep it to them...