Not my Problem I see you in the corner of my eye as you walk down the street, your hair aflame I can't help but thinking it was your own fault to fall for his stupid game And as your eyes turn towards the sky I see you whispering, whispering a banned name But hey..it's not my problem I say as I turn and walk the other way and its so easy to say it-- but I have to turn turn and look but it's not my problem You should have seen it coming I tell you but you do not listen at all Your letting it sink into your vains while watching your weakened heartbeat fall and I sigh, I do not even really know you sorry you couldn't stand, stand tall But hey...it's not my problem I think as I look the other way and it's so easy to say it but I have to turn turn and look but it's not my problem So you'll be sleeping softly tonight with marks on your arm and saltstains down your cheeks and I won't see you again I guess after wathcing your dead eyes for weeks You never were a part of my life I think but you sure were part of my days And as I close my eyes I I still see, I still see the expression in your face.. But hey...it's not my problem I think as I let the thoughts go away and it's so easy to say it but I always have to turn turn and look but it's not my problem not MY problem at all...
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