This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her, but you don't
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me
Yeah, she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me
As tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn't want to fade
But they did and
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