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7/19/09

The Problem

Rip my heart out,
As I sit and take it,
Tell me broken lies,
To cover and fake it.

Hide the guilt and shame,
Break my heart,
I wasn't ever good enough,
From the very start.

I'm sick of trying to please you,
When nothing I do is right,
I'm tired of being the reason,
For every stupid fight.

So put all the blame upon my shoulders,
I'm obviously the real problem,
Cause what do I matter,
When nothing can solve them.

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