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Its all my fault, If Maybe i had just stopped...
I'm to scared to say it, Because of what you will think...
Written in one hand, Said with one voice...
Its hard to understand why you do this to me, It hurts like hell...
Every body has the chance to change, Its what you do with that chance thou.
If you dont trust me, then why do you keep telling me stuff?
Dont think of me as a friend, Because I will never exept that.