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Everything is moving in slow motion
Though it hasn't been that long This feeling felt one too many times And once again I've been wronged Where do I go? I am stuck in one place What do I do When all I see is your face? Despite all I try, my love always blows up on me I'm cut, scarred, and bruised, but they get off scot-free And yet, I let it happen; will I ever get is straight? I know love just doesn't happen...but how long can I wait? I only wish I could prove how they commit these crimes 'Cause my heart's been stolen from me one too many times So many questions come to mind Am I the one to blame? With as many times as it's happened Should I feel all this shame? Can I ever correct The dependency in me? Or will I find true love To fulfull the fantasy? But now another stage has passed And I guess I should move on It's just I fear the day it hits me The fact she's really gone Despite all I try, my love always blows up on me I'm cut, scarred, and bruised, but they get off scot-free And yet, I let it happen; will I ever get is straight? I know love just doesn't happen...but how long can I wait? I only wish I could prove how they commit these crimes 'Cause my heart's been stolen from me one too many times Though I swear these feelings are legitimate Might I have loved in vain? If I found I never righteously loved My tears would flow like rain But I can no longer cry My emotions long dead inside It took so long to find the truth So my soul I fear I must hide Despite all I try, my love always blows up on me I'm cut, scarred, and bruised, but they get off scot-free And yet, I let it happen; will I ever get is straight? I know love just doesn't happen...but how long can I wait? I only wish I could prove how they commit these crimes 'Cause my heart's been stolen from me one too many times Sitting in the dark I'm all alone again But when I suffer and grieve this way I only let them win Despite all I try, my love always blows up on me I'm damaged,slashed, and beaten down, but they get off scot-free No one ever believes the way they commit these crimes But honestly, I must admit, its happened one too many times
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