What is written on these walls is a story.
I can't explain.
I open my heart.
But it will stay here for a few days.
She told me this morning.
She doesn't feel the same way about us in her bones.
in my opinion
When I die, these words will be engraved on my stone.
I will leave tonight.
The land under my feet is open.
The way I hold on too tightly.
There is nothing in the middle.
My life story. I took her home.
I drove all night to give her warmth and time.
It's frozen (the story, the story)
I gave her a story of hope.
I used her love until her heart broke.
The story of my life (my story, my story)
What is written on these walls is a color I can't change.
Let my heart open, but it remains in the cage.
I know it's morning
I saw us under the light at the top of the mountain.
Although I'm broke
My heart is still not tamed.
I will leave tonight.
The flame burning under my feet.
The way I hold on tight
There is nothing in the middle.
My life story. I took her home.
I drove all night to give her warmth and time.
It's frozen (the story, the story)
I gave her a story of hope.
I used her love until her heart broke.
The story of my life (my story, my story)
I've been waiting for this moment.
But baby, running after you is like chasing clouds.
My life story. I took her home.
I drove all night to give her warmth and time.
Be frozen
My life story I give her hope (give her hope)
I used her love until her heart broke.
(until her heart breaks down)
The story of my life (my story, my story)
The story of my life
The story of my life (my story, my story)
The story of my life
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