Got to admit it I did see it coming
Can´t find you´re mind once you´ve lost it
I´ve never been the kind of kneeling on knees
and never for the ones who´d never do it for me
I always kinds knew how wrong you were
but spent a while denying to myself
Now I write songs in napkins trying to move on
and figure out I´m better now you´re gone
Caus truth comes out when you less want it
words once said are now forgotten
cause even when it hurts with every beat
it´s nice to know your troble don´t belong with me
You need somebody else to take care of you
you only call me when you get bruised
haven´t you heard things happen for a reason
they said that leaving feels more like treason
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