Blind on a ledge, not a thing, not a,
Road of broken heart, not a thing, not at allYou know,
Of things we hear, nothing's there, nothing.
She said "why do you watch me?" said 'why?'
You know,
Maybe a good excuse not to give a fuck.
But I, care for you, said alright.
Could be a good excuse.Full of love, just returned, just when..
You lied, it hurt and your pride, your pride.
Hurt pride.And it is, not a thing, not a, you
It hurt, nothing, and me.
It is, these games are nothing
Songwriters
MCCRACKEN, ROBERT C./STEINECKERT, BRANDEN/HOWARD, JEPHPublished by
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