Just about the time you think you figured it out
Think you’ve got it all together and you’re playing it’s part
There ain’t nothing and nobody gonna come between you and your dreams

Then something comes along
Shakes up on your calm
Makes you wonder if all this time you’ve be

You always think that you know everything
Use the years between as a weapon
You're praying on my innocence
A victim of your sick obsession

No longer is the blame on me
Crying on the kitchen floor
The further I get I can see
This was never about me

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