Switched Through

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Cut one cut two
Cut three cut four
I watch and sing
"Attention whore"
Cut five cut six
Cut seven cut eight
I grit my teeth and yell
"Stop this now its not too late.."
Cut nine cut ten
Promise me you won't do it again
Years later I broke it myself
It wasn't her problem
It was mine all along
I stressed my mind
And I wasn't very kind
I'm sorry for the fact
I wasn't being strong...

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