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Wreck not me

I'm blowing bubbles
cuz I'm low on drugs
I’m stepping backwards
falling into love

choosing you when I know you’re flawed
giving myself up to a broken heart

tripping on regrets
on my way to death

tried not to care
but ended up in love
pretends for her
but he’d had enough

sleeping on a bench thats fading
trace lovers names long separated

maybe tomorrow I’ll see you again
I'm counting the seconds till I can



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