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I’m tired of saying sorry For things I didn't do I’m not the one to blame For your dreams not coming true I’m tired of walking on eggshells And tiptoeing around your mood The sight of me churns your guts And you start a bitter feud I’m sick of your disgusted looks I’m tired of you indifferent views My skin begins to crawl Deary, for you, I’ve got news Don’t be so quick to judge Don’t hold the holy stick You’re full of faults yourself you know You’re made of glass, don't throw