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You thought


I never thought it would've

come to this.

Helping hands can cut ties to,

 

You’ve burned every bridge,

Now you're playing victim?

 

You set yourself up,

You tied up all hope 

And throw it over,

Now you can’t pull

Yourself together.

 

I’m not the bad guy 

It’s not my fault,

You thought the grass

was greener on the other side.

 

I lost myself,

trying to find you,

If I could forget

It all, I would.

 

I will not keep my feet in the past,

There’s no point 

In dwelling, 

When I can see a life ahead.

 

I’ll continue to be the 

One that haunts you.

 

Watch from afar,

build a foundation,

We never could.

 

I'm no longer a prisoner 

In my own home.

 

I’m not the bad guy 

It’s not my fault,

You thought the grass

was greener,

On the other side. 

 

Can’t take it back now.

Tho. I bet you wish you could. 

 

Seeing me happy,

When you never 

thought I would. 

 

Living without you 

Was the best step 

I ever took 

 

I’m not the bad guy 

It’s all your fault, 

You thought the grass 

Greener on the other side.

 

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