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Refractions

My opinion.
I'm sick of this shit
This self-deprecating spiel
But I guess to myself
My lies aren't real
What if I give up?
What if I give in?

I can't tell where reality ends, or begins
But it's really my decision
It's really my choice
Do you hear defeat in my voice?
Hell no
You sure don't.

And you know what?
You won't...
Cuz me?
Well, I'm strong
And it shouldn't matter to me
If your opinion is wrong
Judge me
See if I care.

All you bitches
Who stand and stare
I am, who I am
And if you're hating on me?
You better back up

You're just jealous, honey
The image I have of myself?
That's all that should matter
So you can go to hell.
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Published: 7/22/2011
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