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I'm confused, I don't know what to do,
That's what you tell me when you talk about Lord knows who.

You reason you're just having fun,
Yet you tell me that I'm the one!

I'm sick of hearing about your problems
of shallow heartaches and recent disappointments.

Now you play with me with mind tricks
trying to confuse me, telling me my heart's made of bricks!

I told you I wasn't who you thought I was.
You've discovered the monster inside me, alas.

As beastly as I may seem, what you said was too much for me to bear.
There's something about it I couldn't forgive, maybe because of its real heir.

Though I knew all along that I'm too intolerable,
I don't think I could think that... forget it, I'm not able.

I'm always willing to listen
about everyone's whiny problems.

But forgive me if I can't sit here
and let you degrade me of insults i know will adhere.

I don't forget.
So shut up before you say something you'd regret.