Now that the scars are etched into my brain
Feel the strain from the inside
Take my last sip of love's sweet wine
Standing by the window wasting precious time
Realizing that I'll never make you mine
I guess that baby you're just not my kind
Now that the scars are etched into my brain
Feel the strain from the inside
Take my last sip of love's sweet wine
Standing by the window wasting precious time
Realizing that I'll never make you mine
I guess that baby you're just not my kind
There's nothing more that I can do
There's no way to get through to you
So I'll throw my broken corpse into the road
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