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The grass is looking greener
Cause every other day it's harassment and subpoenas
And words we didn't meaner
You hurled 'em like a stinger
Disturbing my demeanor
So I don't know who to be
Can't see your own faults but can tell me mine to a T
I swear you left me hanging
Like I'm tied up to a tree
A true hate crime
The way you crossed relationship boundaries like the state line
Smiling in public knowing everything aint fine
Bittersweet...I swear I taste wine
Your esteem's low, so you feel a need to deflate mine
