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How can I say what needs to be said,
When all of my words stay locked in my head? How can I show what needs to be shown, When nobody listens, and I'm all alone. I know that I've lied, and so do you. And I'll never know much I hurt you. Some things I say, can't be taken back, I make excuses and cover my tracks. There's no excuse for what I've become. Sloppy, and floppy, and really quite dumb. Perhaps you loved me, but perhaps not. But I know it's over; I've missed my shot. Don't worry, this is not just a ploy, To get with a girl who's in love with a boy. Who couldn't love her, because he couldn't see, That the stupidest of all of us, lives inside me. Maybe someday I'll learn my mistakes. And listen to love, before it can break. Once more, I'm sorry for what I've done. Maybe I can't love. Maybe I'm too young.
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