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I can't be who you want me to be
No matter how hard I try. I have never been able to make you see Your abuse is killing me. Tearing me down is not enough you say Why can't I make you see? The hurt you inflict on me each time Will come back to haunt you some day. The cops have come to take you away that day has finally come. You left me a token, my body is broken But justice will see that you pay.
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