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Chasing days is a waste of fucking time Torturing yourself thinking what could have been done You're spinning a web and catching new prey Ringing in my ears are the words you said Don't come back and tell me that I'm right I knew this from the start The time I have spent building up mistakes Makes it easy to show my fuck ups I have good luck - on my bad side Which one would you like to see? I have no god to tell me that I'm wrong This threat is directed towards me Good luck/Bad days It seems like every time we fucking throw it away It's getting harder and harder to take bad days It seems like every time we fucking throw it away From Letras Mania