I kill myself in small amounts
In each relationship it's not about love.
Just another funeral and
Just another girl left in tears.
And I'm waiting
With the sound turned off
I'm waiting
Like a glass balloon
And I'm fading
Into the void and then I'm gone...
They said that hell's not hot
I gave my soul to someone else
She must have known that it was already sold.
It was never about her,
It was about the hurt.
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Já nem comento... pareço eu e o Alexandre com as telepatias das escritas!!!!!
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