Tired soul.
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And I hate that I made you the enemy
And I hate that your heart was the casualty
Now I hate that I need you.
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But I hate that it seemed you were never enough
We were broken and bleeding but never gave up.
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Tellin’ myself it’s the last time
Can you spare any mercy that you might find
If I’m down on my knees again?
Deep down, way down, Lord, I try
Try to follow your light, but it’s nighttime
Please don’t leave me in the end.
