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I couldn't heal these wounds if I tried So help me now, close up the lacerations with these so called stitches I need you now to tell me why 'Cause life is a game, it throws the pitches All this violence, self-inflicted Rage that runs rampant throught the city Put these bandages over my heart, vindictive All I can stand right now is your pity Tell me it's alright Lie to my face 'Cause baby, it's the truth I can't take It was the hatred I felt that gave me heartache to sing I'm just a sad song you hear day to day When all I needed was nothing I still pushed you away Tell me it's alright Lie to my face 'Cause baby, it's the truth I can't take This song I can't sing is a short one to date I'm sorry to tell you I'm not filled with hate |