Time isn’t telling me a thing,
it’s playing with my heart, I’m tearing at the seams.
You on the other hand, choosing what to understand,it's old,
I’m sure you know how
we always find ourselves in the deepest corner of the darkest hour
we can’t get much louder than this.
We always lose our hearts in the strangest places, picking up the pieces we break…
I just won’t tell you about it
it’s playing with my heart, I’m tearing at the seams.
You on the other hand, choosing what to understand,it's old,
I’m sure you know how
we always find ourselves in the deepest corner of the darkest hour
we can’t get much louder than this.
We always lose our hearts in the strangest places, picking up the pieces we break…
I just won’t tell you about it
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