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Hated

 

Hated

(album: Aggressive - 2016)


Who knew you'd be hated for being who you are
And be a big target for all the insecure

All alone in a wall-less prison
Didn't forget and you're not forgiven
Live every day with the pain in the back of my mind
Torture doesn't begin to describe it

I won't forget
I won't forgive
I won't forget

Who knew you'd be hated for being who you are
And be a big target for all the insecure
There's a bulls eye painted on our chests
In the crosshairs of the ignorant
But I am not your scapegoat anymore

All alone with my own decisions
I try to scream but you never will listen
It took a while but you're finally out of my life
And I swear there's no better feeling

I won't forget
I won't forgive
I won't forget

Who knew you'd be hated for being who you are
And be a big target for all the insecure
There's a bulls eye painted on our chests
In the crosshairs of the ignorant
But I am not your scapegoat anymore

Try to scream but you never will listen
Didn't forget and you're not forgiven
You're not forgiven

Didn't forget and you're not forgiven

Who knew you'd be hated for being who you are
And be a big target for all the insecure

Who knew you'd be hated for being who you are
And be a big target for all the insecure
There's a bulls eye painted on our chests
In the crosshairs of the ignorant
But I am not your scapegoat anymore

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