Left your t-shirt in my roomStill smells of youAnd the picture Ты hung on the doorLay smashed, picture perfectExplains nowClearly nothing left but a memoryWe only made outYou never kissed meThat's how I learned to hold back all feelingWait, please don't goI won't stayAll these words on replayI'm okayIt's all rightGood to know that you're finePretending everything is right to make it betterI'll hide my make-up smeared eyesTo Показать that I'm fineSome how Ты have managed to get under my skinMore than anyone ever didAnd if every hole makes a scarAnd every scar marks its placeThen I will never live...
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