الكلمات الأصلية
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Find a way to kill the pain
My blood pours like it's rain
The room is filled with dark, red sea
From trying to fix what's meant to be
It's not fair for me at all
For me to hope and then just fall
My intentions were all in vain
Now I'm stuck with all this pain
My hands bleed from our own glass
I always thought that we would last
The broken shards fill the floor
On bloody knees I pray no more
It takes time for me to go
To forget the feeling and cut the flow
I've finally learned it's better to
Leave us broken than fake what's true
My hands bleed from our own glass
I always thought that we would last
The broken shards fill the floor
On bloody knees I pray no more
