My promises don't mean nothing, I don't wanna hear a thing you say.

Just standing there, scratching your head
Bloodshot eyes, drunk with regret
Hanging yourself ten feet over the edge

I'm done with this, feeling like an idiot
Loving you, I'm over it.






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