She's just as silent as a
lost little child
And she wears her heart on her chest
She's just a broken
hard little step
And she thinks she's what best for me
it's just a lie, now
and only her heart has deserved
everything bad, now
She rattles my nerves
Tired of being wrong,
she slips out of her clothes
and dives into the deepness
that only I know
Yeah, but it's just a lie, now
Secrets wither and fade
So, everyone's wrong now?
I'm always the same
How can I be the same?
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