Apathy

Sat in front the mirror
Skin that paints a picture of last night
Curtains filter dawn in
Why do I still long then for morning light

Of all the things I've come to love
I find it hard to brush this off
I fear I'll never hear the truth of that night
The truth of that night
The truth
And of all the tings that you had done
I find it hard to think of one
That left me feeling you were someone I knew

Fogging up the glass now
Trace mistakes of past out and let them breathe
And it could be no clearer
That this is not a fear that's willing to leave

Of all the things I've come to love
I find it hard to brush this off
I fear I'll never hear the truth of that night
The truth of that night
The truth
And of all the things that you had done
I find it hard to think of one
That left me feeling you were someone I knew

I'm not your enemy



Credits
Writer(s): Erin White
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