My fathers on my shoulders, reminding me of who I am, but I’m torn between who I hate more. Is it me or him? Who I hate more, is it me or him. I’m starting to comprehend just what this means to you. Live and bleed we love or die. Too late, now my heart won’t try forgiving you. And now I’m stitching myself up at the seams from where you tore yourself me. With my feet placed firmly on the ground, I know its you who bled me out. And I can’t believe this is how its meant to be. I cant believe. Believe, I can’t believe it all. I can’t believe it all. Believe I can’t. Believe it all. Believe, I can’t believe it all. Believe I can’t. Believe it all. Believe. I can’t believe at all.
I’m starting to comprehend what just what this means to you. Live and bleed we love or die. Too late, now my heart won’t try forgiving you.
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