How can I be sure you're telling me the truth?
In this house of games you never show your cards
You claim madness
It's become convenient
I don't wanna hear your angry words again
You hear voices
Taunting you to leave me
Then you're sorry
You hold me in your arms
You have demons
Nothing can control them
Who can blame you
If you're not in charge?
Is this love?
I think not
I wanna get off
This merry go round?
History will repeat itself
And I won't let you take me down
Treat me like a curse
Then tell me I'm your saviour
I'm living with a stranger
I used to know so well
Waiting for your answer
Is a kind of torture
Could I grow accustomed
To this kind of hell?
You hear voices
Taunting you to leave me
Then you sorry
You hold me in your arms
You have demons
Nothing can control them
Who can blame you
If you're not in charge?
Is this love?
I think not
I wanna get off
This merry go round
History will complete itself
And I won't let you break me down
I'd like to get to know you
You could
Warm up your hands on my heart
I've got so much to show you
Before now it's just
Bon d'accord
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