It's called my... mind!

I'm sick of standing in your line
So now you'll have to take it
take this to heart
I will never let you fuck me over
Stop talking down to me, your war is old
your game is over
So here's my coldest shoulder

I don't wanna hear you say it
Now you're messin' with my pride

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