Traitor

My my what a wicked game of love you play.
Some days the memories knock the wind out of me.
Empty and violent.
Catastrophe.
I weld my heart shut for the time being.
I wish it wasn't this hard to move on.
Traitor it's time to let go, to let go.
You're always roaming rent free in my head, in my head
Good lord I see right those light blues and tattoos.
The indigo or correspondent has got me out of tune.
And I dont mean to interfere with your good things.
The truth is I just wish you would rid my name from your face.
Traitor it's time to let go, to let go.
You're always roaming rent free in my head in my head.
Forgive and forget.
whats it like to breathe again?
I see your stuck there lonely
This chapter of my life is invite only.
Traitor it's time to let go, to let go.
You're always roaming rent free in my head in my head.
Traitor it's time to let go, to let go.
I'm done with letting you run, my head.
My head .
My my what a wicked game of love you play.
Some days the memories knock the wind out of me.



Credits
Writer(s): Gabe Alexander Woodrow
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