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Another Wasted Heart


Today is goanna be the day That they're goanna throw it back to you I always wondered what it would be like to be loved To have a strong heart To say what’s on my mind Sometimes I can’t even look at myself in the mirror All I see is self-consciousness And failure By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do When I had you I had strength When I had you I had confidence When I had you I had it all And this sea of pain I’m drowning in Is causing my suicidal thoughts to win I don't believe that anybody feels The way I do about you now Is it possible that you are still attached me? Is it possible that maybe Just maybe You still love me? And I know you said you hated me And I know you never want to see my face again But, If you did see my face Would it bring back our memories? Not only the memories But the passion But the caring But the love But the way you said my name And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding And I’ve been trying to get over you I swear I have But your memories are burned into my eyes My brain. My heart. My skin. And if I ever learn to love again I can only pray I won’t destroy Another kindred soul Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me To be back in your arms is all I ask for To feel your love Just one last time If I could take back all the bad things I ever said I would I would take back every despicable mistake And replace it with all my love And after all They say we live multiple lives I hope to fall for you again When I’m gone, too You’re my wonderwall.
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