bruises changing colour with each passing day
but the story behind it, well baby that remains the same
started off with obsession
now i'm down to three possessions
and i can't keep them hidden, no, they're so hard to hide
it's been eating me up inside
but there isn't enough reason to cry
it's not your fault, i'm guilty, my hands are up this time
looking out, it seems alright
but they stare when looking in,
looking at me they see this sight
of a poor girl who couldn't win
but i'm stronger, that's the funny thing
and i haven't lost just yet
i'm getting closer to time of glory
don't feel sorry
don't feel sorry
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