december 18th, 2003 / 11:46 p.m.

wake up, wash away another night of regret, make an excuse for your actions, say it was a reaction to lonliness in the key of letting go

say you left your heart at home, when scars on the heart outnumber stars in the sky, its easy to look at you, like you're dead

regret every moment you spent with him, regret every moment he touched your skin

make another promise to never do this again, take another pill to swallow the truth again, fake a smile to make it through the day

say you left your heart at home, when scars on the heart outnumber stars in the sky, its easy to look at you, like you're dead

don't it make you feel cheap?

his hands on you hips, his lips on your lips

don't it make you feel cheap?

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