Past midnight, empty roads
Matching hoodies and Fipper flip-flops
Was when the silent emotion explodes
And left us with just teardrops
You said you got so much on your chest
And everything you did was for my best
But it's written in every book on the shelf
That the only thing you love is yourself
What is it that you're looking for?
How much of my truth you'd want to ignore?
Do you think this world is a bore,
Without all those lies that you swore?
You pointed your rifle right at me
Telling them that I'm the one who pulled the trigger
See the wounds that you've caused on me?
Do you watch me bleed so you could feel better?
You were so hasted,
where would you go?
For all the things that we've wasted,
don't you wish we could forego?
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