Salt stings my eyes in between your thighs
This might be wrong, but for tonight it's right
it feels like home
You broke me in pieces like glass on the floor
And left me to sit here and wonder what all this was for
Issues with morality
It feels more like brutality
If you made a mistake moving from the west...
I won't contest
You broke me in pieces like glass on the floor
And left me to sit here and wonder what all this was for
If I was a betting man
I wouldn't bet on you
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