3am, Monday, Stale beer and stained clothes
Why am I still here? Why am I so alone?
The answer we all know, is me.
Me again
I've fucked it up completely
Always have, always will

We had beauty in our time
We had beauty in our souls
A scream to seal affection
A wound that burns my very soul

And now my aching heart will bleed
And taint the covers we once blessed
It was wrong of me to love you
It was wrong of me to care...

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