One last glance
I turn around
Then you suddenly appear
Your eyes are full of this regret
The silence is deafening now
As you pull me in, into your web
There's nothing left to say now
You threw it away
You threw it away like always
Like always
One last chance
I turn around
And you just disappear
My mind is full of this regret
The silence is deafening now
As you pull me in, into your web
There's nothing left to say now
You threw it away
You threw it away like always
You still play me like a fiddle
That I know you never bought
Every time I look at you
These battle wounds hurt to the core
I guess this is war
One last try
I turned around
Why did you disappear?
The silence is deafening now
As you pull me in, into your web
There's nothing left to say now
You threw it away
You threw it away like always
You still play me like a fiddle (you still play me like a fiddle)
These battle wounds hurt to the core (hurt to the core)
I guess this is war, I guess this is war yeah
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