lunes, octubre 26
Now you told me on a Sunday that it wasn't gonna work. I tried to cry myself to sleep, because it was supposed to hurt. We stand next to the fire, as the flame was burning out. know what you were thinking, before you said it loud. Don't say you're sorry, because I'm not even breaking. You're not worth the time that this is taking. And I knew better, than to let you break my heart. The soul you'll never see again, won't be showing scars. You still love her, I can see it in your eyes. The truth is all that I can feel, everytime you lie. I woke up the next morning, with a smile on my face. And a long list of gentlemen, happy to take your place, much classier less trashier. Then who you prove to be. How long's it ganna take before you see that she's no me? At night no way, I won't be feeling your warm embrace.That's the price you pay for your mistake. Goodbye to cheating. So don't say you're sorry, because I'm not gonna listen.
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