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Tough Love

runny nose and runny eyes..
sick and tired of compromise..
a moment to assess the lies,
a moment to break..

my gaze is black,
my thoughts are ill;
stabbed in the back,
if looks could kill..
and thank my lucky stars that you can't see inside my head.

I don't wanna be your backup plan
I don't wanna see your bloodshot eyes..
this isn't what I wanted. this isn't what I wanted..

never meant to advertise your sins,
never meant to advertise my pain,
this isn't what I wanted. this isn't what I wanted..
tired ears and desperate lungs..
I don't how to hold my tongue.
I'm way too old, you're way too young..
I'm singing to a loaded gun.

my gaze is black,
my thoughts are ill;
stabbed in the back,
if looks could kill..
and thank my lucky stars that you can't see inside my head.

I don't wanna be your backup plan
I don't wanna see your bloodshot eyes..
this isn't what I wanted. this isn't what I wanted..
never meant to advertise your sins,
never meant to advertise my pain,
this isn't what I wanted. I wasn't what you wanted..
my gaze is black,
my thoughts are ill;
stabbed in the back,
if looks could kill..
and thank my lucky stars that you can't see inside my head.

my vision blurred,
and time stood still;
a sound I heard..
if sounds could kill..
you're calling to the stars but no one can bring back the dead.



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