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Side Effects

Side Effects

I was a girl, you was a man

I was too young to understand

I was naïve, I just believed

Everything that you told me

Said you were strong, protecting me

Then I found out that you were weak

Keeping' me there, under your thumb

'Cause you were scared that I'd become much

More than you could handle,

Shining like a chandelier

That decorated every room inside

The private hell we built,

And I dealt with it

Wishing I could fly away

But instead, I kept my tears inside

'Cause I knew if I started I'd keep crying

For the rest of my life with you,

I was looking for a cure to pull me through

Try to decide which medicine to use

And every bottle has your name on the label

 I'm taking three a day to help me smile

Decided I should wait and try it for a while

So I've been ignoring my symptoms,

And the small print on the back of my prescription

Nobody told me the side effects of you;

Waking up scared some nights still dreaming 'bout them violent times

Vacant inside,

Had to keep quiet

After awhile I would just lie,

Did what I could, just to survive

Couldn't believe this was my life,

Doing my best to handle sleeping with the enemy

knowing that he was smothering every last part of me

So I broke away and finally found the strength to leave

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