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Fly off the handle once again and now it's too late
I hear the door slam shut, you've gone and now it's so late
I can still feel the sting your hand across my face
Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you
Still I'm sitting alone again
I feel I'm riding the same thing again
And if I want to I can just shut up
Now I know that I've got
Nothing to prove to you, nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you, nothing to prove to you
Still I'm fighting 'coz there's something to prove to
I hear your car drive in the lot, it's 3 this morning
I don't know how to feel or what to say or should I ask?
Where have you been? What could I do? You're drunk, I'm sorry
Then we lay down I feel so numb, I wish you'd kill me
Still I'm sitting alone again
I feel I'm riding the same thing again
And if I want to I can just shut up
Now I know that I've got
Nothing to prove to you, nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you, nothing to prove to you
Still I'm fighting 'coz there's something to prove to
Fly off the handle once again and now it's too late
I hear the door slam shut, you've gone and now it's so late
I can still feel the sting your hand across my face
Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you, yeah
Still I'm sitting alone again
I feel I'm riding the same thing again
And if I want to I can just shut up
Now I know that I've got nothing to prove to
Nothing to prove to you, nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you, nothing to prove to you
Still I'm fighting 'coz there's something to prove to you
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