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- Turn Tables
Round and round we go,
Binge black out the cold,
The street lights smother me.
I'll let you tear me down,
So they can sing a long,
Because breaking hearts makes for a good song.
Tear me down,
(I can't let go,
I won't let go!!)
To build me up!
Tables turning,
I'm still learning how to bite my tongue.
Disaster strikes faster when I can't remember,
Where I came from.
I just can't seem to win,
I can't find a damn thing that I can call my own.
You're keeping me waiting,
When I'm hardly patient.
Impatiently waiting for signs of betraying,
A cheater's a liar until you're beside her.
Growing up is just a symptom of denial,
It's hard to move on when she's acting like a child.
The more you stomp a weed,
The more it seems to grow.
I'll build my walls up high,
So I can break your bones.
I tore my heart out of my chest for you,
But I guess it didn't mean a thing.