I shot at your heart,
The one I tore apart.
I lingered through your pages of time.
The ones you burned with crime.
I begged for you not to leave.
But if only I believed.
You told me that you owned my soul.
To bad, baby, in my heart their lies a hole.
Whatever happens, you were not at fault
Hey were both adults.
Hey were not at fault.
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