Doesn't Hurt Me
It's way too late
to say you're sorry now
you knocked me to the ground
but what you say doesn't hurt me.
You beat me all the way down
ever since then I wore a frown
but I had to realize that
what you do doesn't hurt me.
I know where I am, is where I belong
what you did made me strong
I should've known this all along
that what you say doesn't hurt me.
Day by day I remember what you did
and from you I have hid.
I've realized now it's time for you to see
that what you say doesn't hurt me.
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