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You cannot abuse me with your say on life You cannot use me as my wounds run deep My words and philosophies mean nothing to you You always right? Who the fuck are you The conversation dies as im flying high Im running out of things just to keep it alive this side of the storey is never right and im falling to pieces every single night Contradiction is a thing of feeling You contradict yourself in every meaning time to win my war in bigots with reason Contradiction is my own treason |