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Kill the good thing so it never becomes bad.
Said these words and wonder why I looked so sad
Tonight was the night I professed I love you
I just wish the circumstances weren’t above you.
My skin
Has been
Ripped open
And the juice sucked out.
All that’s left is my heart with broken bones sticking out
I never thought loving you could be so wrong.
I’ve just got to wonder: have you felt this way all along?
51 cents is the compensation for our obliteration.
Can you see?
Can’t you see?
Why can’t you see?
That we had more than that
What will come of what I knew as us?
Being alone again; it will be hard to adjust
Those cold nights I shall spend alone.
Never again with you on my phone
It seems
Your sight
For the night
Can never come out right again
That is the way it is, it shall be, and it’s always been.
I know I’m not slipping; you’re pushing me away
I’m back in my hole, the hole where I shall stay
I want you to know I love you
I loved you that whole time
Would we be here if I didn’t love you…?
…Or if you loved me?
The lonely reflection of you in my eye
Yes it gets blurrier when you make me cry
Said these words and wonder why I looked so sad
Tonight was the night I professed I love you
I just wish the circumstances weren’t above you.
My skin
Has been
Ripped open
And the juice sucked out.
All that’s left is my heart with broken bones sticking out
I never thought loving you could be so wrong.
I’ve just got to wonder: have you felt this way all along?
51 cents is the compensation for our obliteration.
Can you see?
Can’t you see?
Why can’t you see?
That we had more than that
What will come of what I knew as us?
Being alone again; it will be hard to adjust
Those cold nights I shall spend alone.
Never again with you on my phone
It seems
Your sight
For the night
Can never come out right again
That is the way it is, it shall be, and it’s always been.
I know I’m not slipping; you’re pushing me away
I’m back in my hole, the hole where I shall stay
I want you to know I love you
I loved you that whole time
Would we be here if I didn’t love you…?
…Or if you loved me?
The lonely reflection of you in my eye
Yes it gets blurrier when you make me cry
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