How dare you tell me
I'm not the one who knows
How dare you now condemn me
With your shaking fists and empty words
Citing excitations and accepting exemptions
He's your guy so you wave him like a gun
And tell me I'm never good enough
But you don't know 'bout what I did for love
I'll hear you out, I'll listen close
You label each moment
With a shiny new diagnosis
Then you ask for my explanations
But call them all excuses
And tell me I'm never good enough
But you don't know 'bout what I did for love
Everything was lost and forgotten
You don't listen and you don't know
I tried my best to help another
I fell for a moment and you weren't around
Tried to help you heal and forget about the pain I caused
So tell me I'm never good enough
But you don't know 'bout what I did for love
So let the guilt flow in and own me
Tell me you trust me then hide away
Be honest for once and make up your mind
Do you blame me or not, let me know
and tell me I'm never good enough
But you don't know 'bout what I did for love
You don't know 'cause you never cared to try
Yeah, I did it all for you
And I did it all for love
Sunday, May 1, 2011
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