Tragedy
What a tragedy
I Feel
What a tragedy
I Feel
You don't need me
I know
You don't need me
I feel
What a tragedy
I Feel
Needles pierce into my heart
My wrists and ankles
Crucify me gently
Our small eden
Could be a dream from a film
But what a tragedy
You don't need me
I know
You don't need me
I feel
And happy days of our affection
Are numbered cruelly
You don't need me
I know
You don't need me
I feel
And happy days of our affection
Are numbered cruelly
And our break up
Is a matter of time
And our break up
Is a matter of time
Magnets of your eyes
Your delicate lips
Your always tired look
What a tragedy
You don't need me
I know
You don't need me
I feel
And happy days of our affection
Are numbered cruelly
And our break up
Is a matter of time
And our break up
Is a matter of time
And our break up
Is a matter of time
And our break up
Is a matter of time
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