Trapped in a concept
Falsely accused, misused and misled
Girl, I'm hoping you rest in peace
Now the fact that I'm alone is comforting
And I'm can't seem to shake this feeling in my
Cold shoulders, heart broken
Misspoke
I'm cut open, her fingers in all my stab wounds
And if she could, she'd probably dance
On my grave, inside my head
I see your face, I hate
That I love you still
Carry on, life flies, so just carry on
With this pain inside my chest
Got no Choice but to carry on
Carry on, life flies, so just carry on
With this pain inside my chest
Got no choice but to carry on
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