Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na All you used to do was put me down But I found a way to pick myself up off the ground And all you used to do was criticise me But now I found the good and I emphasise ya see You would always get so sensitive And try to turn your transgressions into my guiltiness But now I'm certain of the way I live And what I'm responsible for in this twisted game And it's such a shame That you try to make pain Another word for my name Whether giving or receiving It's one the same Just one more link In your long-ass chain But it's time to break This frame and my strengthful will Time to jump off this negative cycle we've built Gave my heart But my self-respection you wan't still Now it's time to let ya know if you can hear me fill me Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na So I asked my momma for her two cents And then I asked my little sister and I asked my friend Then I asked my poppa once and I asked him again Came two little consensus from all them opinions That life is too short to be unhappy And since I know what I'm worth there'll be no settling for dirt Knowing what I deserve is gold If I want diamonds then I can't settle for coal Maybe I was just too strong to let go Maybe I was just too weak to let it show Maybe I was just too stubborn to say "No" But whatever the case I can't take it no more Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na Na, na na, na na na, naaa na na, na na na Sometimes I think maybe we'll patch it all up Like a favourite pair of jeans that you won't give up on Or maybe one of these arguments will make up And start again like when we started this up Back when everything was fresh And every moment a blessing I'd laugh at all of your jokes You'd listen to my suggestions One mind, one soul, With common decimation Now we can't help but fight over the direction Thanks to thudord@yahoo.com
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