I wish I had a dime for every time you lied. Babe you'd make me filthy rich. And Looking back it doesn't make any sense. Why you chose this consequence. And you told me why you chose to lie. Let me tell you, it cut me deep. And I tried to reform you. Again.
So bring your fists. I'll bring my keys. We'll fight through this. You'll see right through me.
I don't know if there is anything left worth fighting for. I don't know if there is anything left in here of worth. (So tell me what it's like) to lose everything.
I've got a strong heart it's been broken so many times.
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