I know that things are broken,
and though there's too many words left unsaid.
You say you have spoken.
Like the coward I am, I hang my head.
You lie careless, your head on my chest.
Don't even look at me looking my best.
All these things I can't describe.
You would rather I didn't try.
But please, don't cry, you liar.
Oh please, don't cry, you liar.
You lean in for your last kiss,
who in this world could ask me to resist?
Your hands cold as they find my neck.
Oh, this love that I've found, I detest.
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