Breaking April

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Less than we wanted More than we needed Worse than we requested Better than we deserved
Call me a liar When I tell the truth Give me your hate So I've nothing to lose.   Tell them my story And make me despised
I knew What I did I knew He would Hate me Fight me Hurt me Kill me But it was For you To save A friend Whose loss I couldn't Handle I can
I think I made A mistake How can I Trust them When they don't Trust me How can I Care for them The way I cared for you When they Don't We were A team
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I don't Understand Everything Hurts and They don't Like me The darkness Is growing Inside me I don't think I can win I'm sorry I'm coming home  
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