Thank you
For nothing
So grateful
For it all
I pray you
Find something
To get you
Through it all
Now I need no introduction
Because I'll just be your resolve
True story
She left you
The facts show
She left you
High and dry
The sun comes up
Before you know it
The stars go back to sleep
and your awake
To make your day
with one hello
Nobody has to know
it's just a game
True story
She left you
The facts show
She left you
High and dry
True story
She played you
Rewind the scene
To count
The tears you cried
Did her eyes
to you look,
Faithful
Was your mind
At ease
As you're apart
Could you deny
That your confusion
Was only your heart
Making, delusion art
True story
I left you
The fact is
I left you
High and dry
True story
Won't hate you
True story
I thank you.
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