Walking down the street
All these broken memories
I'm trying to figure out what I did wrong
And I can't
Let this one slide
Though this pride one day will make me die
I still sing the same old song
And you shoved it in my face
With malice and a hint of grace
Oh why does love make me sick
And I analyze your every move
And hold on to your 'I love yous'
Because you're so damn perfect
And there is a heavy line
Between being fine and suicide
The digression and depression
Doesn't happen over night
So when you see me cry
Goddammit, don't you dare ask me why
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