Every evening i died and every morning i was born
It's a constant repetition i can't seem to escape from
My arms were a different breed and so were my hands
A breed of possibility i never knew i had
But i just heard of your twisted and expected words
Your constant judgement of jealosy i can't seem to get over
But this place is such a different place and now my ears can grasp
This place of possibility i never knew i had

This is for the hole you tried to bury me in
And replace my actions with your revenge

I'm not the type to deal with your dysfuntions
This song doesn't deserve your lack of passion
Fuck all the fame and screw all your concepts and lies
But your name is such a different name and now i can have
My own possibilities i always knew i had

But am i sorry?
Oh i swear i'm so sorry
I swear i am sorry
But are you sorry?

Don't you see how you severed the beauty of a beautiful song?


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