Blind on a ledge, not a thing, not a...
Road of broken heart, not a thing. Not at at all.
Of things we hear, nothing's there.. nothing.
She said "Why do you watch me?" said 'why?'
Maybe a good excuse not to give a f**k. But I... Care. For You. Said alright. Could be a good excuse.
Full of love, just returned, just when..
You lied, it hurt and your pride... your pride.
And it is... not a thing...not a...you. It hurt. Nothing. And me. It is...these games.. are nothing.
Maybe a good excuse not to give a f**k. But I... But I... But I... But I... But I don't want you. And don't want me. These. games. are nothing.
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