Throw Away The Key
Every time I come around,
you close your eyes and hope to God,
that when you wake,
I'll be gone.
But I'm still here,
your living, breathing,
"What went wrong?",
and I promise you that won't change.
Every time I come around,
you close your eyes and hope to God,
that when you wake,
I'll be gone.
But I'm still here,
your living, breathing,
"What went wrong?",
and I promise you that won't change.
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