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Your so guilty it's depressing.He's been crowding your sheets again.Spread loose across the bedroom floor.You're conscience held up by cloth.Regardless if my pictures line your wall.Its the fact that you've known this all alongHeld tightly in troubles hands.your so much better than that.Now is not the time to let down those guards.In fact hold them up higher than ever before.Your hurting conditions coming out of submission.And the only one you have to blame is yourself.Oh how its daytime drama.So boring like an overplayed song.I'm not saying I'm perfect.I just cant stand to watch you fall.So i`ll breathe in ill breathe out.I'm loosing hope without a doubt.As your trading conscience for confidence.We wash away we wash awayDon't count mistakesIt`s time we drop this game and move forward now.Letras de cancionesI'm running out of what to say.your stories harder to believe.sometimes i swear i can see right through your words.I'm running out of sympathy.your Sundays best is weakening.And your so much better, your so much better than that!Your better than that.Don`t count mistakes.He doesn't count mistakes! From Letras Mania