“It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

While this town is busy sleeping
All the noise has died away
I walk the streets to stop my weeping
'Cause she'll never change her ways
Don't fool yourself
She was heartache from the moment that you met her
My heart feels so still
As I try to find the will to forget her, somehow
Oh, I think I've forgotten her now
Her love is a rose, pale and dying
Dropping her petals in land unknown
All full of wine, the world before her
Was sober with no place to go
Don't fool yourself
She was heartache from the moment that you met her
My heart is frozen still
As I try to find the will to forget her, somehow
She's somewhere out there now

Well, my tears falling down as I try to forget
Her love was a joke from the day that we met
All of the words, all of her men
All of my pain when I think back to when
Remember her hair as it shone in the sun
The smell of the bed when I knew what she'd done
Tell yourself over and over
You won't ever need her again
But don't fool yourself
She was heartache from the moment that you met her
My heart is frozen still
As I try to find the will to forget her, somehow
She's out there somewhere now
Oh, she was heartache from the day that I first met her
My heart is frozen still
As I try to find the will to forget you, somehow
'Cause I know you're somewhere out there right now
Duh, duh, dah ah ah, oh-oh, oh

It's never over
She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
Oh, but maybe I'm just too young
To keep good love from going wrong
Oh-oh-oh, lover
You should've come over, yeah, yes
Yes, I feel too young to hold on
And much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb and blind to see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love, well I've waited for you
Lover, lover, lover
Lover, love, love, love, love, love, love!
Lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late

TOO MUCH TRIGO MADE THIS MAN PLAY HUNIEPOP

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