Slit my wrists, black my eyes
Sing to me your sweet lies...
Cold, stuck living alone,
All still left unknown...
Fake smiles all around,
Feet planted on the ground...
Fake smiles all around,
Feet planted on the ground...
Cold, stuck living alone,
All still left unknown...
Slit my wrists, black my eyes
Sing to me your sweet lies...
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The past makes us who we are today. For this reason I do not regret anything I have done, for to regret the past is to regret the person you have become, and I have become a better person. |