| Mere apologies won’t undo what you’ve done
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| The echoes linger on, the backlash has begun
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| Feigned indifference, your least convincing mask
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| But deep down inside, its forgiveness that you ask
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| When hurt and lies become the currency
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| All it buys us is more tragedy
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| Hide behind the veil of ignorance
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| But every action has a consequence
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| More sleepless nights, your conscience rouses you
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| Self-medicate, so you can make it through
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| Every day goes by at a slow and sickly pace
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| You chose to live a lie, now it can’t be erased
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| When hurt and lies become the currency
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| All it buys us is more tragedy
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| Hide behind the veil of ignorance
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| But every action has a consequence
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| You’re breaking up, the clock is running out
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| Guilt eats you alive and fills your soul with doubt
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| Brought to your knees by what you did and said
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| The echoes linger on, resounding in your head
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| When hurt and lies become the currency
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| All it buys us is more tragedy
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| Hide behind the veil of ignorance
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| But every action has a consequence |