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I'm getting sick and tired 

Of all the things you say and do. 

Your lies just keep getting higher 

And you've already tried to start anew. 

Now look at where you are, 

In a hole you dug yourself in. 

You think what happened was so bazar 

And wondered where it all begins. 

You did something. 

Made a decision against everyone's wishes. 

You thought what you did was so cunning, 

Now look at all the misses. 

That same decision you made brought a pain, 

A pain so bad it made nothing but ruin. 

Then when I listened to you explain 

All you said was, "I was forced do it." 

While getting on your knees 

You told me what happened. 

Then you begged and tried to appease. 

Facing everything but the problem. 

And when you told your story you only seemed to cut 

Deeper into the reasons behind my dread. 

Then I made you realize that nobody put a knife in you gut,  

Or a gun to your head. 

After that you still turned from reason, 

Saying it was never your choice. 

Even when I got you beaten. 

You were never forced.