We think we're meant to be
But maybe we're wrong
When that day comes I'll see
That he's too strong.
We think it's perfect in the beginning
But things fall apart
I know he's forgetting
That we have each others hearts.
The day when we fight
The day when we yell
We were so bright
But we just fell.
He lost his love for me
I thought he was the one
We were meant to be
Now we're near set done.
He became too angry
And I got weak
We turned deadly
We, are who our hands seek.
I got my revenge
A stab to the chest
I'm sorry I hurt you
But, it's for the best.
That day we fell
That day we dies
With our hearts in hell.
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