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Fix it.
That's what he asked of me.
But there's no one else I'd rather be.

Fix it.
That's what he says to my face.
But I won't...I'll never leave my place.

Fix it.
That's what he told me to do.
But all my mistakes are true.

Fix it.
That's what he screams for.
As he yells, I feel so torn.

Fix it.
That's what he told me I didn't complete.
Says it's my fault that he is now in retreat.

Why must I 'fix it'
To be with you?
I'll change a little bit.
But only for you.

When I don't 'fix it'
He tells me that every day.
It's his favorite trick.
That's why I'm forced to betray.

My hair is dyed.
My face is covered with color.
Oh how I have cried.
I can't turn to another.

My clothes are bright.
My nails are done.
This forces us to fight.
This to me, is not fun.

You tell me what to do.
You look me as if I'm a crick.
You hate me now.
All because I didn't 'fix it'.