Verse1: Your bed of roses now reeks of shit and these broken glass feelings of anything towards you. You did this to yourself and you brought it upon you own head. Now your singing this song that no one likes and swallowing your pride and your wallowing in self disgust.
Chorus: Running my mind these thoughts of lost time. Your not same person that I used to kiss. Striking at my eyes these images of cries escaping your cracked lips.
Verse2: My heart beets still as I try to feel a god dam thing.
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Verse3: My heart gets crushed by your fucking truck impaling me still.
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niice. I liked the first line. this would probably be awesome played.
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