Had to be
Stab me in the chest and call me broken hearted. You said you cared, just thought you would alway be there. I carry my scars hidden behind a mask, I thought you saw me for what I really was. But you ware your scars for the world to see, proud of the way it had to be. Now you're gone, not here to see what you have made of me! Abandon me, just as if it had to be.
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