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Haunted, The >>
Alba s touto skladbou:
Versus,
How precise. I see that you finally caught on.
I am a inconsiderate bastard on most accounts.
I plead guilty, now that it´s all out war.
Let´s make it clear, you were never
more than a lousy score.
We miss out by default
I´m not even trying that hard.
Outside, let´s see you carry your own.
This is no surprise.
It´s not that I never told you,
we both know I did.
I´m sick of the intricate confusion you
lay like bait,
from here to anywhere but you.
(Or where you stand.)
Did you really thing I´d make
a change yo suit your skin.
I don´t quite fit your precious little cage.
No more distractions.
Why waste a prefect day,
on your decay.
So this is the first time I´m not lying
when I said I´m fine.
Cause I´m sick,
sick of being sick.
Sick of being told what or who I am.
I´m worth it-every single act of love
that comes my way...
Did you really thing I´d make
a change yo suit your skin.
I don´t quite fit your precious little cage.
I will not break myself.
No more.
