over
the tape's run out on this bitter charade.
no need to pretend, i know what we've become.
rash conversations and decieving smiles.
i'll take what's left of my pride.
gather your stubborn arguments and go.
i'll remember our moonlight dance
and not forget you weak hellos and glad goodbyes.
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crash
why won't you
come crash with me,
just let this end naturally.
i can't go on this way
so i'll spill my heart,
and then i'll leave.
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