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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