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I'm tired of your open mouth, Crawling inside my skin, Endless pain we never quit, The fight within the prides begun, Saying its too late, What a man's got he'll learn to hate. Forget the time I said I would, Replace that with I never will, Beyond the facts held in your face, Ignore the facts beyond your nose, Saying it's too late, What a man's got he'll learn to hate. Grow up Now without meaning, No response, no revealing... Just grow up! Wrong... Wrong... Wrong... Wrong... From Letras Mania