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Well I’m pretty broken and beaten down.
But I refuse to give you the satisfaction of a frown.
You really got the best of me and I don’t know how.
I wish I had walked away. Look at me now.
You got everything you could.
Like a thief, you stole all every part of me that was good.
I always thought that you understood.
But it was all fake. I hate you, and I should.