There was pity in your eyes when we first met,
You kept your eyes on the floor, and somehow, I could tell the difference between shyness and sorrow.
Your soul was broken I could hardly predict you were to break my own
Now I see how you used it as a weapon on me.
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You kept your eyes on the floor, and somehow, I could tell the difference between shyness and sorrow.
Your soul was broken I could hardly predict you were to break my own
Now I see how you used it as a weapon on me.
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