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That lady next 2 ma door |
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Said I'm a frustrated, growing teenager |
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She asked me if I have |
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Any emotional problems |
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And if I am |
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Trying to be rebel |
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I'm sorry dear lady |
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It's the way I am |
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U don't like me? |
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Then just fuck off! |
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She said that rudeness |
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Is making her heart beat stop! |
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U said It's not real |
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But U don't know me at all |
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How come I'm so fake to you? |
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Without your pressure I'd be different! |
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I'm tried of messing wid' that guy |
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God he is so hard |
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I'll never get to know him |
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Coz he's not the one that rly cares |
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I went to the doctor |
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He said I'm mental sick! |
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I went to my grandma |
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She said |
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Child give me a break |
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So I sat there just alone |
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And told myself |
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Hey U be proud coz Ur |
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Different than everybody else |
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U said It's not real |
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But U don't know me at all |
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How come I'm so fake to you? |
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Without your pressure I'd be different! |
