Strophe 1:
Over is the time we had
you chose to throw it all away
making me sick to hear your words
excuses that you make
Prechorus:
won't let you blame me
for all those faults
that you have
Chorus:
you won't find nothing at all to use against me
you tear me, you burn me
I rise from the ashes in which you left me
this is what you want, but I won't take this
Strophe 2:
You can cry bitter tears
but I kick you of this cliff
nobody will catch you
stupid lying bitch
you used to think it may be easy to leave
you used to play your mindless games with me
so after all I have to disappoint you
Get the hell out of here
Prechorus:
won't let you blame me
for all those faults
that you have
Chorus:
you won't find nothing at all to use against me
you tear me, you burn me
I rise from the ashes in which you left me
this is what you want, but I won't take this

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