Under the rain I walk alone, I look back and remember...
How we used to be, what we used to be, who we used to be...
Still hurting me, like a knife in my chest, being pulled in and out with every word, with every kiss...
And there you are, standing in front of me, crying, wondering what you did wrong... You did nothing wrong my dear, I was already rotten...
Before you go, may I ask you a question? May I ask you two questions?
What did you see? What did you want to see?
It's there though, I am not completely faking. Not all the time. I'm not faking... I'm not. I wasn't.
One day you'll realize there's nothing left but a scar...
I wish I could say something else than this... but...
You're playing the guitar so loud I cannot concentrate
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