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I hate your games
I want to blame
Everything on you
But I know thats not true

You try to be nice
But here is some advice
Stop f**kin around
Its makin me hit the ground

So hard like a rock
But all you can do is mock
Everything that I do
Making me feel blue

Wishing you would quit
Before I throw a fit
Or order you to leave
While wearing my emotions on my sleeve

Then you would laugh
While I take a bath

Washing all of you from me
Maybe then I'll be free
From what you do to me
And what you make me believe