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You could have loved me.
Your words, they burn.
Your tongue has no bound-ar-ies,
and it cuts me like a knife,
that's what I though, I loved most about you, you and your touch,
but your just hiding lies, cuz your not good enough,
Your just hiding.
chorus:
I thought I loved you,
I thought you loved me,
But turns out you were just talking cheap,
You played me like an old violin,
again and again,
Now I'm sick of you and your tragedies,
and me caring for you. ooo ooo.
I have thick skin,
But not thick enough,
The words you spoke,
Hurt just enough,
You parade me around,
In front of you-r-r friends,
A big joke, to you.
And you get angry when you here that I. AM. MOVING. ON! ON!
chorus:
I thought I loved you,
I thought you loved me,
But turns out you were just talking cheap,
You played me like an old violin,
again and again,
Now I'm sick of you and your tragedies,
and me caring. for you.
You say,
you wish things were different,
In a letter that I got back in August,
You claim you want me so bad,
and now that I'm here you treat me like an enemy-ie-ie.
why are you so mean to me. owoah.
WE'RE FALLIN' THROUGH THE CRACKS!
chorus:
I thought I loved you,
I thought you loved me,
But turns out you were just talking cheap,
You played me like an old violin,
again and again,
Now I'm sick of you and your tragedies,
and me, caring for you.ooo ooo.
I'm done.
I'm done.
Oh trust me I'm so done.
With you. With you.oo oo.
Feel free to watch me walk.
Cuz I'm not comin' ba-ack.
I'm not comin' back,
Trust me...I'm not comin' back.
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