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You and she were both the same
Both couldn’t stand the others name
And you, you’re like a straining chair
You’ll hold us still but you might give in.

You and she would sit and think
So close but on such different things
And you, you always wanted to go.
But you, you didn't want us to know.

I don’t want to be the breaking point
Don’t want the pressure of everyone else’s lives
So I stay inside my cell or self or…whatever.

I don’t feel it’s my job to deal
With other people’s problems or ordeals
So I sit silent with my good advice.

So fight, cause you won’t find any help from me.
I’m fine! I think you’re the ones who are having troubled feelings.

I don’t want to implode my mind
Thinking about your sorry lives all the time
I’d much rather try to maintain my steady bliss

I don’t think you’re my family
Cause It’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed
A loving kiss on the cheek.

So fight, cause you won’t find any love from me
I’m fine, at least as long as you promise to leave.