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Look at you now, pathetic and weak Slowly walking down on loser street Bound to live your life without dignity Self-inflicted misery Trust is something that you earn Deceit from trust is what I've learned What you have is what I gave I made you what you are Is this the thanks that I get Broken trust, a permanent scar True colors Transparent, I see through you Who cares about old times Who cares anymore I'm just waiting for the right time To even the score Once you're gone and out of my way You'll see my life was not so grey Trust is something that you ear Deceit from trust is what I've learned What you have is what I gave I made you what you are Is this the thanks that I get Broken trust, a permanent scar True colors Transparent, I see through you