You better call becky with the good hair.
You better call becky with the good hair.
You broke me
And I can't feel anything
When I love you is so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else
What are we doing?
We are turning into dust
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
when it's too late
It tears me out
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
The truth hurts, the lies worse
I cannot give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
And I can't feel anything
When I love you is so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else
What are we doing?
We are turning into dust
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
when it's too late
It tears me out
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
The truth hurts, the lies worse
I cannot give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
They don't shine brighter than you are
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