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I ApologizeAll these crazy mixed up liesThey're floating all around Making these assumptions brings me down And you get tight-lipped, how do I know what you think? Is it something I said when I lost my mind? Temper too quick, makes me blind I apologize Said I'm sorry, now it's your turn, Can you look me in the eyes and apologize? So now we sit around staring at the walls We don't do anything at all Take out the garbage, maybe, but the dishes don't get done |