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I'm sick of your voice, sick of your face
Sick of your choices, sick of your name
Sick of your pleasure, sick of your pain
Sick of your pressure, sick of your game

I wish I never ever met you
Five years of mistakes I'll never undo
I'm not your medicine or your tool
Don't expect me to ever fix you, you, you, you

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