I'm sorry ringing through my memory, a tragedy so vague
It costs me everything they want of me, I'll never carry the name
Now I'm alone sick of hearing the phone just ring and ring
Caught in a wire, about to catch fire waiting to be killed or relieved
Killed for the love that I gave that took away all of the love that I saved for the collision day
I'd have to live to be true, to say I love you
I'm sorry that I couldn't say that I do
Cause I don't
There's no two, I don't mean to hurt you, the line that I drew distorted so fast
Went askew, I knew that it was untrue, forgetting always to asks
What good can come from your love when you hate yourself?
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