SAME OLD TUNE

THE STORY OF MY LiFE

LAYS iN FRONT OF ME

i CARVE iT WiTH A KNiFE

ON MY ARM FOR ALL TO SEE

i STAY STiLL, SAYiNG GOODBYE

NOT KNOWiNG WHAT TO DO

i WATCH AS YOU CRY TOO

i FALL TO MY KNEES

AND PUT MY HAND TO MY FACE

YOU BEG ME PLEASE

PLEASE DONT LEAVE THiS PLACE

THATS WHEN i SAY THERES NO OTHER WAY

i NEED TO LEAVE SOON

THERES NOTHiNG LEFT TO SAY

WE JUST HEAR THE SAME OLD TUNE

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