It's not fair that I revolve around your world
Maybe someday you will see
The wicked way you treated me
I'm sick of fixing broken bridges
And this is what you get
Do you have a conscience?
What's your problem?
Why can't we solve this now?
There's no purpose for these phantoms at our door
Take it, you can have it, I don't want it anymore
'Cause I realize I can grow up and handle this myself
Your Phantom hell
It's not fair that I rearrange to suit you
It's not fair that I have to shut my mouth
Maybe soon you'll have a clue
Of the all things you put me through
I'm sick of crossing burning bridges
And this is what you get
It's not fair that I have to cater to you It's not fair that I revolve around your world Maybe someday you will see The wicked way you treated me I'm sick of fixing broken bridges And this is what you get Do you have a conscience? What's your problem? Why can't we solve this now? There's no purpose for these phantoms at our door Take it, you can have it, I don't want it anymore 'Cause I realize I can grow up and handle this myself Your Phantom hell It's not fair that I rearrange to suit you It's not fair that I have to shut my mouth Maybe soon you'll have a clue Of the all things you put me through I'm sick of crossing burning bridges And this is what you get Explain Request ×
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