| Buried to my knees
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| I hope you find some sort of peace in spite of me
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| Swinging blade that opens scars and more, comes around again
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| But you’re not asking for a chance to pour out
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| Everything that hadn’t been said but thought
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| Maybe I was holding you back from love
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| But we weren’t anything
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| You used your head to get in mine
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| Buried to my knees
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| I hope you find some sort of peace in spite of me
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| I wasted weeks
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| I know your perfect smile will never show its crooked teeth
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| The blade of love that I have now twists and turns in my back
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| Your friends say I’m at my worst, and you’re my guiding light
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| If I die from all of this, know I won’t be missed
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| The light has turned to shade and I’ve been pushed away
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| Buried to my knees
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| I hope you find some sort of peace in spite of me
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| I wasted weeks
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| I know your perfect smile will never show its crooked teeth
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| I’ve given up so write me off and I’ll be gone
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| I’m watching you, I was too distant don’t miss it
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| I’ll be fine
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| I’m sorry that you had it all planned out
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| Buried to my knees
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| I hope you find some sort of peace in spite of me
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| I wasted weeks
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| I know your perfect smile will never show its crooked teeth
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| Decay with me
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| Buried to my knees
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| I hope you find some sort of peace in spite of me |