It s one of your thousand tales
There's nothing else left to say
I take chances, but it's too late
'cause one day you'll wake and I'll say I'm sorry
I see as your roses turn to waste
Your flashlights burning through haze
The pictures still stay in their place
'cause I can't erase the pain if it didn't hurt
It's one of your thousand tales
I wake up in the night, I stay home on my own
Called you a thousand times, ask when it'll be alright
You say "let well alone"
And what I dreamed about is plans I doubt
I see your face in streets
Heart needs to skip a beat
I have to spell it out
You thought I was a brand new girl of your sweet dreams
But now you turn the lights off and breaking damn screens
You thought I'll be the best one, I'll burn your old bridges
But if you said you loved me why did you drain my ditches?
Going away is one of the things you hate
There's nothing else left to say
I take chances, but it's too late
'cause one day you'll wake and I'll say I'm sorry
I see as your roses turn to thorns
Your flashlights blinding, I'm warned
The pictures still stay in their place
'cause I can't erase the pain if it didn't hurt
It's one of your lessons I've learned
My leaves, my falls, my colours, my grades
Face in the lights while you sit in the shade
Said I throw words like they were the grenades
Now you're tired of my enemies and Queens I spade
My schemes, my stairs, my gossips you hate
I'm always first out of these goddamn gates
Making you wait like it's never too late
"Leave me alone leave me to my stupid fate"
My car, my drive, your hand in my hand
The speeches and the messages that you didn't send
Gave me the hope but it was sudden trend
But I know it's just one of your thousand tales
I take chances but it's too late
'cause one day you'll wake and I'll say I'm sorry
I see as your roses turn to waste
Your flashlights burning through haze
The pictures still stay in their place
'cause I can't erase the pain if it didn't hurt
No, it hurts
It's one of your lessons I've learned
With bridges I burned
Face in the lights while you sit in the shade
My car, my drive, your hand (It's one of your old goddamn trends)
But it's always too late, always too late
I stay home on my own
Called you a thousand times, ask when it'll be alright
You say "leave me alone"
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