What If's
I was taught not to live with
What if’s
Because it might be too late
So I poured my heart out to you
But I guess it wasn’t great
So I continue on wondering
Why you led me on
Then I realised I was your puppet
Cause I still had my strings drawn
Grab the knife you used
An broke the strings
But it don’t mean a thing
Your still the world to me
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