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n1saxmds

Published: Dec 13, 2011

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I punished myself today
Because I needed to
The guilt was eating at me
I didn't know what else to do

You say I don't deserve it
But we both know that's not true
The reason is very clear
I deserve it 'cause I hurt you

Even though I'm scared
To let this friendship end
You're better off this way
I don't deserve to be your friend

So you better run away
Before I change my mind
Run away and leave me
Just leave me behind

Your life will be much better
So you better do it now
I won't blame you for it
That is my solemn vow.

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