Bitter love, always wrong, never know how far
things will go, and begin, dont even know who you are
Proud lines fade, days earased, exactly where we go
nothing fair, always wrong, and we still don't even know
Another trick, another lie, how can I take this anyway?
leave me alone, in my shame, someday you'll make me pay
Sample size, under me, made for life's mistakes
Hide it well, and always ready for love we had to make
Hear some more? I'll let it die, freedom's just a choice
we have to choose which lie is best, even if it's noise
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