You stand there on your box
Just casting stones at me
Judging for all my sins
Telling me Hell is where i'll be
And as you go home at night
The life you live is quite the same
YOu hide your problems out of sight
read your book...and just cast blame
How can you say your perfect
Snickering and gossiping when my back is turned
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