Pity Party - Fuckboy of the Year | Текст песни

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Wrist slips from your grip,
But I’m still, I’m still holding tight.
With you by my side,
Well, I’m alone tonight.
Your heart lies at the bottom,
Of the amber in your bottle,
Where do I belong?
You’re too far gone.

We fall apart,
We are our scars.
Beside myself,
Pain meant to be felt.
Though I miss the rain,
You’re a hurricane.
Drown in your pain,
The things you say.

I will not stay,
This is your game.

Where do I belong, you're too far gone?
This all ends just as it began.

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