Trust Is A Bitch
I miss you a lot, but i know its for the best, and i know things i've said wont change a thing
but i'm trying hard just to make it through the day, was this meant to be?
i'm not ready to let go, and i wont stop and lose my hold, im trying, im trying, im trying
im trying, im trying, im trying, not to let go
i wish i could make things different now, stones tied to my feet, im gonna drown,
its too late, i cant turn things back around, these are only permanent marks,
but where have you gone
its alright, its alright, its alright, now, its not alright now
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