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It's About Damn Time

You refuse and make excuses,
tell lies and find every loophole.
You say that only I can fix this,
only I can pull you through.

Maybe you don’t notice,
but everyone around us does;
you depend on me and use me as an outlet for your pain.
I tell you everyday that only you can help yourself,
but you deny it and continue your complaints.

After fights and struggles,
arguments and blame,
you realize what I’ve said all along;
only you can help yourself.

I hold no sympathy,
no condolences for your troubled soul.
For now that it’s over,
and you’ve come to your senses,
I would only have one thing to say:

it’s about damn time.

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