IRC-Galleria

I'm not the same, i was before
and i realize, i need a change
My heart is heavy, my legs are weakened
from the baggage that you bring
*I just gotta scrub
this pain away
So, you wanna be my rehab
Let it drain the past that we had
I'm so sick of all the dirty memories
All these pictures haunting me
Forced to be my therapy

**Washing my hands of you
..washing my hands of you
I'm so glad that we're through

I should've listened, to all my close friends
When they told me
You were no good
Well shame on me, twice for staying
I'll let the suds be my remedy
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My chest started breaking
The hurt started fading away
and then that's when i knew
That's when i knew.. i was through with you

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