Under Attack

Chase Your Words

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    You always seem to try and really
    Mess with my head.
    It almost seems as if really
    Want me dead.

    I'm always last,
    You're always first.
    You're so bipolar
    And i don't know what's worse.

    When we fight
    You always say you're right
    And make me feel like shit
    By the end of the night.

    'cause the way you are,
    The way you act,
    You always makes me feel
    Under attack.

    You talk to your friends
    And say shit behind my back.

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    So don't blame your
    Scars on me
    When i'm only
    Doing my best.
    You always seem to
    Try and hurt me,
    Then you blame it on your
    P m s.
    No don't tell me
    That you're sorry,
    When we all know you're
    Not like that.
    You never seem to
    Treat me fair
    And you i know i'm not
    Your damn doormat.

    Your silly little games
    Won't work on me.
    I'm done with your shit
    Yeah all i see
    Is that you push me around,
    You let me hit the ground.
    When i ask you for help,
    Oh you just pin me down.

    You gave me love drugs,
    You became my addiction.
    But the feelings all fading
    And i'm feeling the friction.

    You're selfish,
    You're rude.
    Is the real you?
    'cause this isn't the girl that
    I once knew.

    So don't blame your
    Scars on me
    When i'm only
    Doing my best.
    You always seem to
    Try and hurt me,
    Then you blame it on your
    P m s.
    No don't tell me
    That you're sorry,
    When we all know you're
    Not like that.
    You never seem to
    Treat me fair
    And you i know i'm not
    Your damn doormat.

    You see i never tried to hurt you
    I only did everything just so i could
    See you smile

    So don't blame your
    Scars on me
    When i'm only
    Doing my best.
    You always seem to
    Try and hurt me,
    Then you blame it on your
    P m s.

    So don't blame your
    Scars on me
    When i'm only
    Doing my best.
    You always seem to
    Try and hurt me,
    Then you blame it on your
    P m s.
    No don't tell me
    That you're sorry,
    When we all know you're
    Not like that.
    You never seem to
    Treat me fair
    And you i know i'm not
    Your damn doormat.

    You bitch!

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