Behind closed doors, when will you see
a broken man, torn to pieces.
a broken man, torn to pieces.
Thinking of what, we could've been,
if he just turned away from me.
Cause I will bring you to your knees
or will you beg to see me cry
and give you all the time you need
to change your lines,
change your lines away from me.
The morning comes, I still can't see,
the meaning to this curse
that I can't escape,
to see the beauty of the moonlight.
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