(R. Pollard, Mitchell)

I built you up with everything I got
for a little more time to analyze the crime (thought)
and I don't feel hurt now that you don't write
because I'm used to this shit and you tell
me its alright.

And your so right and I'm so wrong
but we could be lonely before too long
And I don't care if the whole things going wrong
because we will be lonely before too long

Just one spark makes a hell of a fire
I'm still wrong but your still a liar


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