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Save what you thought would be achance. Who knows where you mightbe if she sees the blood on yourhands.Paint a picture of thisscene in your brain; remember theway everything used to be. I'vebeen tearing out the pages andrewriting them to fit a more exactdescription of you. What exactlydid you expect from me? I've seento the core of you being, theworld will know your falsebeauty. What a surprise eventhe stars were distracted but Ididn't see anything I was lookingfor. Seeing enough of this couldkill me; where is my place iffalsities are seen as real? YouLetras de cancionesare starting to take the blueright out from my eyes, I'mcounting the days until I leaveyou behind. You're really notworth any of my time. You're imagecrumbles underneath the vision ofa closer eye.What a surprise eventhe stars were distracted but Ididn't see anything I was lookingfor. Seeing enough of this couldkill me; where is my place iffalsities are seen as real? Your imageshatters like glass even more as Iattempt to collect the debris; Itseems the more I try the lessthats there for me. You alwaysgive up easy its sickening. Whycan't you remember you have achance? This all is missing thelast puzzle piece, but nothingwill change because if your deadinside, I can't do anything foryou.Save it, save what youthought would be a chance. Save it, save what youthought would be a chance.Save it, save what youthought would be a chance.Save it, save what youthought would be a chance. From Letras Mania