as they told us
our story begins to get old
whatever tragedies happen, babe
you'll forget them
anyways, you took the best of me
where's my inner peace supposed to be?
to use crying over
the beautiful time we've lost forever
we're wolves hardening suspocious every single minute
im not worth you
envy of beauty makes me rush to the goal
before i pull the trogger
(could you free my conscience?)
my lover, please answer
(can a wolf be a man?)
i hold a gun
(and you pull a knife)
it all happens tonight
you took the best of me
where's my inner peace supposed to be?
life's no fairy tale
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