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I'm tired of the looks I get, I'm tired of the stares

All I did was give my love, but of that nobody cares

My love, he said, was given back, and that I took as truth

But now my life has gone to hell; he's stolen all my youth

Torn between a life and death, the choice I couldn't make

I never realized what I had done, what I had put at stake