I know I'm broken.I'm calling you but you did not answer.
I am down and you have not made a move to lift me up.
Instead, you sunk me down, down, down, under weariness.
I'm hurt more than you think I am.
I know you, you pretender!
You pretend to be good in front of me.
You pretend to be caring, but you're not.
The song is a euthanasia.
It's killing me softly, surely -
The feelings hurt.
I'm near death.
I swear...
The moment you left
---- sets me free, yet, dead.
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