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Finally happy, finally clear

Wasted on another year

What'cha doing little girl

Did you wreck some boys world



Never happy, never clear

Inside's bottled all my fear

Is there a place in this world

For such an innocent little girl



Finally here, finally there

Deep inside you didn't care

What'cha doing with that hate

Served to you on a silver plate



Never here, never there

On the surface is hard to bear

The hand that served that little plate

Is the one that taught you how to hate



Finally started, finally over

Hard to learn I didn't know her

What'cha doing with that lie

Cause I can't be your alibi



Never started, never over

All I did was ever show her

What'll you do when your alibis

Turn your words into lies



Finally born, finally died

What'd I do to make you cry

What'cha doing with my tears

Twist them into all my fears



Never born, never died

Cause everything I kept inside

Planted the seed that grew my fears

Grew with moisture from all my tears