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our song.
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home. and the truth is everywhere
your words are echoing, reaching a maximized climax
they track me down and follow me home.
"you let yourself go,
but youre going nowehere."
well you can broadcast what i did
until your lungs give out.
you can tell all your friends
and they can tell theirs
but it just wont change that
whats done is done
and you cant bring it back.
a bitter revival seems out of place
youve got yourself all cut up
and youve got yourself cutting me out
i know what i did was wrong.
reality states that what you did wasn't any better.
so go ahead and accuse me
of melodramatic sentiments.
Overly rationalized
you accused me of being covert and subtle
as i brought news to the table, seeking envy.
the ambition was long gone.
the motivation was sinister and evil at best,
but it failed, and you couldnt care less
ignoring me from now on
go ahead and do that, we'll see where this gets you.
tell them all i wrote this song for you.
This, this can be our song.
because all that you were to me
was just another faulty tragedy.
this, this can be our song
a power ballad of love and longing?
more like an ode to you walking out the door
and how i couldn't give a damn.
yes: this, this is our song.
