This Is F*cking Tragic
We've come to feel so cold,
I cant stand waiting,
Here in your hand I
fold,
To keep from breaking,
Down-turned and wearing thin,
I put
myself in,
Your shoes have left you broken, blistered, bleeding and
bruised.
And tonight I would give my life,
Just to die at your
side,
Tonight I would give you my life,
Just to keep recieving that lost
feeling.
Salt in open wounds,
With words you can help but,
Here is
my last goodnight,
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
Tonight I would
give my life,
Just to die at your side,
Tonight I would give you my
life,
Just to keep recieving that lost feeling.
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