That's close enough,
Don't come any closer...
A war could be started
If you're seeking closure...
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I do not want this.
I did not start it...
It was not my fault
That we fuckin' parted.
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Now don't play the victim,
You won't be a martyr.
I wish that your mother
Better raised her daughter.
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Raised her daughter better?
I try to forget her,
But she floods my memories.
Inclement weather.
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Shit, now that the bridges have burned,
And the tables have turned,
Bitch, I might see you out on the town...
But know that I don't want to talk,
I won't stop when I walk,
So don't waste your time flagging me down...
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And
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I took a mighty high road
By stopping you cold.
Had to chop it
And block you
To rescue my soul.
In the haunted hours
I was waking up cold
While you syphoned my heat
All your actions were bold.
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No more.
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Don't come any closer.
I don't need your friendship,
That shit is a toaster.
An emotional roaster.
A broken roller-coaster.
If I didn't escape that ride,
I would have been on a poster...
A dead man.