One chance,
to prove me wrong;
one chance already gone.
All is same.
Nothing changes...
Tired of it all.
sick of it all.
Why is it all being so difficult?
Why is it all being so hard to believe.
Of what is left for me to hold on to,
when it never did exist.
to prove me wrong;
one chance already gone.
All is same.
Nothing changes...
Tired of it all.
sick of it all.
Why is it all being so difficult?
Why is it all being so hard to believe.
Of what is left for me to hold on to,
when it never did exist.
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