*Instrumental*
Breathing
Breaking
Sinking
Shaking
Simply falling
Simply failing
Breathing, brea
I came back to this city
After being gone for quite
And she says
"I'm sorry darling
But there's no changes to this
I looked
I finally looked to the sun
And I got sunstained
I
If, "Hindsight's 20/20,"
Is really true
Where the hell did we go
She commits treason
With poise and precision
She uses passion
As an excuse
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