Remember all the things we wanted, now all our memories they’re haunted. We were always meant to say goodbye even without fists held high, never would have worked out right, we were never meant for do or die. I didn’t want us to burn out, I didn’t come here to hurt you, now I can’t stop. I want you to know that it doesn’t matter where we take this road. Someone’s gotta go and I want you to know you couldn’t have loved me better but I want you to move on; so I’m already gone.
You can’t make it feel right
when you know that it’s wrong.,
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