You packed your bags and you moved out. Left alone, you hate this town and no one really needs you like I always do. And all the times that we spent wasted woke up drunk but now you hate it. Remember when you said to me "We could drink the days away"
Go tell everyone I'm not who you thought I was. My heart could be made of stone but yours is not made of Gold. And it take everything in me to tell you that I'm not sorry. I'm not fucking up again. I'm just tired of losing
Its hard to think I gave a fuck when you left town you had enough. You traded empty bottles for an empty bed. And all the times that we spent wasted woke up drunk but now you hate it. Remember when you said to me "We could drink the days away"
Go tell everyone I'm not who you thought I was. My heart could be made of stone but yours is not made of Gold. And it take everything in me to tell you that I'm not sorry. I'm not fucking up again. I'm just tired of losing
And it takes everything in me to tell you that I'm not sorry. I'm not fucking up again, I'm just tired of losing.
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