Backlash, once again a stiff reaction to imagined stimuli Outside, we are tied and you`re a victim of your pride I know just how you feel when you pretend you`re all alone Lonely, you`re such a fraud you won`t even pick up the phone And the only thing that holds me here is my patience So don`t tell me that I`m selfish, Don`t tell me you`re abused Everthing I own, everything I do, all that I`ve been through Shows me how my ardor is misdirected My faith in you refused Outcast, looking for something, someone better than me I say look at yourself and tell me what you see Last week you were mincing words with the skill of a priest Sunday comes and goes and now you swear you`re incomplete
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