I told you.

 
 
And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced,
And I told you to be kind,
And now all your love is wasted,
Then who the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches,
And at the end of all your lines.
 
 
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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