No Winners
I decided to let go
And make him my past
My present decided to walk off too
Making me a passing thought
Theres no winning
Perhaps the future might stay
I lose hope
In these fickle hearts
I decided to let go
And make him my past
My present decided to walk off too
Making me a passing thought
Theres no winning
Perhaps the future might stay
I lose hope
In these fickle hearts
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