If forgiveness ain't enough,
and you never get what you want.
Well don't you think that
something is strange?
So why don't you hold your tongue?
You had all the boys as your own.
I'll never know if you made it home.
I was standing there with my hands in my hair.
I watched as you picked up your phone.
It's late and you're headed up the stairs,
and you're looking for something to wear.
I've been catching up with the girl I used to love,
and I just don't seem to care.
I've got everything to lose.
You don't aim, you just like to shoot.
Yeah, I loved you first, and I know that it hurts.
I'm sorry for what I did to you.
I live with the things I chose to do.
Yeah, I'm sorry for what I did to you.
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