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Proud of Me
Smashing of windows
Slamming of doors
Fist against walls
Look at how well I've grown
Shadows of mistakes
Linger my breath
How long can I breathe
Before this quivering death?
And if I were you I wouldn't love me
I wouldn't give one glance
I wouldn't try to be nice
And I give you every chance
For you to scream at me
And just walk away
Don't you know I piss you off on purpose?
And yet you're still proud of me.
