"... standing."
It was your handwriting on the paper.
It was your words that clashed; the black script against the white.
It was you who said goodbye to all we had.
It was you, who left me standing,
tears trickling down.
So why is it that all the blame is set on me?
It was your words that clashed; the black script against the white.
It was you who said goodbye to all we had.
It was you, who left me standing,
tears trickling down.
So why is it that all the blame is set on me?
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