Your thoughts are important, fading in the air,
Still words drift from your lips and I decided I just don't care.
And I don't know where this went wrong.
Is it my fault or am I innocent of all that's been done?
And tip the bottle on its side, the alcohol no longer hides;
This fight has nothing to do with me,
I'm giving up on this whole thing and I see what you denied... that you lied!
And would you fight for me?
I don't think so.
You left me dying here and suffocating in this show and I don't know where this went wrong.
is it my fault or am I innocent of all that's been done?
Tip the bottle on its side, the alcohol no longer hides; This fight has nothing to do with me, I'm giving up on this whole thing! And I can see what you denied...
That you lied...
That you lied, and I can see with my own eyes that you lied.
(Instrumental)
Tip the bottle on its side, the alcohol no longer hides.
This fight has nothing to do with me!
I'm giving up on this whole thing.
And I can see what you denied: that you lied!

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