The Lost
She picks away at everything I believe in
And everything that I have held is deceiving
There's nothing here for me
But this holding back
I find there's nothing left for me inside
You'll be my dear
I wish I could feel like I'm holding back
If only I could breathe inside
But there's nothing left in me
Nothing here inside
She picks away at everything I believe in
She chokes my throat and lets me die on my knees
You could see that I'm falling apart and I'm broken back in time
It's a lie
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I try to believe
And everything that I have held is deceiving
There's nothing here for me
But this holding back
I find there's nothing left for me inside
You'll be my dear
I wish I could feel like I'm holding back
If only I could breathe inside
But there's nothing left in me
Nothing here inside
She picks away at everything I believe in
She chokes my throat and lets me die on my knees
You could see that I'm falling apart and I'm broken back in time
It's a lie
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I try to believe
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Writer(s): Andrea Quelhas
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