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Falling to Pieces
Not sure where the fuck I have gone
Your eyelids close me out
Just gotten trampled over by your words today
I don't know who I am
Don't know where I'm coming from
Don't know where I'm going
I know that I kinda want to hate you
I'm screaming till my bones snap, but you swear you didn't even hear a whisper
I'm always left to pick up your pieces, always!
Your eyelids close me out
Just gotten trampled over by your words today
I don't know who I am
Don't know where I'm coming from
Don't know where I'm going
I know that I kinda want to hate you
I'm screaming till my bones snap, but you swear you didn't even hear a whisper
I'm always left to pick up your pieces, always!
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