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How could You
Each day is slow, I have nowhere to hide
My heart is torn, bleeding from the inside
It’s hard to think, how could this happen to me?
Now I’m stuck in a world of messed up reality
shoulddn’t have to hide away, never should hide your soul
So mixed up in this life of mine
Trying so hard to pass the time
Sitting alone in the corner, watching the world pass me by
I can do nothing but think about you…… and cry
Forgetting about you seems to be the impossible
Trying to get through these challenges, overcoming each and every obstacle
Having to restrain myself from running back to you
It’s a poison coursing through me, my thoughts
Sometimes, it even makes me want to scream
Passing me by, like a sad lonely stream
Wishing that this was only a dream
I thought we were going to make it
But then someone else came and took my bit
Oh, how I want to hold your hand
And dance with you like the world will never end
In the beginning you were the glue that held us together
Now you’re the hands ripping my heart apart
How can you live with yourself after what you have done?
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