I used to believe we had a chance
Oh how naïve
Now I’m sitting here all alone
So tell me did you ever really want this?
Sitting around with a tortured heart
But I’ll be okay
Thinking about you thinking about the start
couldn’t sit alone and talk for hours
Oh the words I would say to you
Sitting around with a tortured heart
But I’ll be okay
Is That What You Want Me To Say?
To sooth your guilty soul
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