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| 09.09.03 [Dirty Motel Room] |
Dirty Motel Room:
Everytime I wake up in some dirty motel
and I look in the mirror at my bruised and battered face, I know exactly how I came to be at this place.
I can't help but believe that I evened the score. Cause you're standing in the rain, crying at the door.
Even though I leave you everytime, I know it's only a matter of time
before you start to cry and beg me to take you back.
You say your tears are proof of your burden, proof that you'll love me forever. I say your cry cause I left. You should cry because you hurt me.
You try to cut me down, when I call you a clown. But I won't back off this time around. Because I'm through suffering and I plan to win this round.
You won't be able to talk your way out of this one. I'm onto you now. How you batter and bruise until that's all that's left. I'm more than that. I've been screaming inside and now I'm deaf.
I won't listen to you anymore. This dirty motel room is looking better than your bed. You made it, now sleep in it. You're not forgiven this time, turn off the waterworks and get away from my door. To me, you might as well be dead.
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