Time fades, and seasons change.
The rain hits the window pane,
I lay awake at night thinking about all the pain
I try to let go of everything i ever felt
but i knew the hand that i was dealt
I played the game like any other
I got away with "murder"
My smile fades faster
and my heart begins to slow down,
I'm slowly starting to let go of myself
My hands go weak, and i can hardly speak
You've got me by the fine thread
pulling at me again
Pushing me in every wrong direction
I know it was wrong but you were like a broken record
like a song that replays in my head
and now i realize i "made" my bed.
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