Emotions,emotions running wild.
I feel like a child.
I can't run away from you. But you, you left so damn easy.
Did you even notice I wasn't breathing?
How do you mend the broken heart,does anyone know where to start?
For now I'll just play on my guitar
my broken guitar...
This guitar, it reminds me of me...
The out of tune strings remind me of my insecurities.
This boy who played me gentle...
ended up being the man who destroyed me.
Will I ever be happy?
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