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The night grew dark as the sun went downI couldn't breathe, couldn't make a soundAnd my regret did suffocateMy worried heart with nothin' but self-hateThe Devil's fire, and my thrashing soula broken future and a gaping holeMy hope, the last thing to dietryin to stay alive that December nightWhen the next scene starts, this will all be gonebut this isn't a movie, cause it turned out wrongIf you told anyone things would be this way, they wouldn't believe anything you'd sayBut looking back, was it always truethat I wasn't meant to be with you?It's hard to accept or even comprehendBut this is how it is, how it's always been From Letras Mania