It is not fair my heart to tear away in pieces on the wind.
Lying there I do not care, to live injustice or repair,
such damage done by you.
I shout and pout, "How dare, how dare!"
How dare you hurt me so.
But do you care - oh no, no, no!
In your face and words do show.
Where am I supposed to go?
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