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her eyes are red with sentiment but that is not her style it's hard to cover all that up with makeup and a smile and as your rusty knife makes it's way between my lungs ill chew it up and spit it out until my back is numb because a real friend would stab you in the front pat you on the back when they tell you it's ok until you figured out that I knew that you had made it up I'd bet my life on that I know it isn't much but you're no better than that will we ever speak again is what I ask myself but if you don't wanna talk its cool ill be up here on the shelf in between forgotten books that told of love gone wrong with stupid boys and stupid girls that fuel this stupid song REPEAT CHORUS my lack of premonitions has lead me to believe that when I walked out she figured out how she lost everything Aus Songtexte Mania