We make it to break it
These silly games are played
I thought all those words... you meant it
But I guess this is what it feels like to be played.
Both directions, they're pulling
Heart torn, tattered and maimed
Your eyes, they tell such stories, behind them...
But I guess it's just me to be blamed.
We make it to break it
Heart torn, tattered and maimed
I thought all those words... you meant it
But I guess it's just me to be blamed...
But I guess it's just me to be blamed...
But I guess it's just me
to
be
blamed.
Portrait D'Une Femme
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