Please why don't you tell me 'Cause I don't wanna be with you no more The stories that you tell I feel that something falling in your voice I lived that battle to move past the shadow That's why I won't woke you anymore Something's gonna boom, dying tell me true As I look into that spin of broken glass
Now you don't got a picture of me anymore Now you don't got a picture of me anymore
Please why don't you tell me 'Cause I don't wanna be with you no more The stories that you tell I feel that something falling in your voice If I got it buckled would you ran away and possible Again it would as aductive since again Something's gonna boom, dying tell me true As I look into that spin of broken glass
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