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A Prisoner To My Own Room

I can never understand how you lie to me
Then you acted like it's all okay
I tried to always be there for you
You treated me like I wasn't good enough
I still love you and that's the worst part of this
You did so many things I was still faithful
I'm a broken Soul that's always crying now

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