the skies bleed
red as wine
you are gone
no longer mine
now i can see
youre not the same
cant handle it
im sick of your game
as i walk down the road
the road called past
i think of how long
we let this shit last
i used to think i needed you
now i see i dont
dont make me any promises
they wont come true
they wont
 
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