Song | The Hatchet |
Artist | Crooked Fingers |
Album | Breaks in the Armor |
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It's such a bore mouling over, | |
Another meaning it have, | |
There was likely some other | |
Subtle thing hidden there. | |
I meant what | |
I said,I mean what | |
I said.I'm leaving, my friend. | |
It's hitting me now, | |
If I loved you before | |
I could love you again | |
And I'm not coming back. | |
The tears in and out | |
You said you would come | |
Just to see what was left, | |
But you were not there. | |
To leave it again, | |
To coldly pretend, | |
I neatly tired to lose it, | |
So lets bury it now. |