i have to stop placing blame and start,
looking out for you,
cause you have to realize that you,
put this on yourself,
you fell for those pretty eyes,
and I hope it puts you through hell,
so tell me now it's a constant excuse,
the day you failed to admit it,
I guess I'm a fool for sitting around,
and tasting the bitter fruit,
and I'll be down and everybody knows,
and everybody knows,
you're not the best for me,
(Oh-Ohh)
so tell me now,
was it worth it,
to see you all just unfold,
what a message you brought home,
you don't belong here,
(ANYMORE!)
and it kills me to say,
I'm better off this way,
(better off this way)

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