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Since I loved anything
I told you it wasn't your fault
As I walked away, hand held up
Don't follow me
It wouldn't be fair
I'm a mess
My heart is a lead ball of anxiety
Wrapped up so carefully with guilt
It used to be yours
long ago
How I wish I could give it back
Because feeling hollow inside
may as well be better than this
As I walked away, hand held up
Don't follow me
It wouldn't be fair
I'm a mess
My heart is a lead ball of anxiety
Wrapped up so carefully with guilt
It used to be yours
long ago
How I wish I could give it back
Because feeling hollow inside
may as well be better than this
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