Dreamweaver
Your name
Is plaguing every single line
I sing to get my head on straight
Admitting to my own mistakes
The irony of what you say
These mind games that you play
Painting me the narcissist
The lies you weave are effortless
And these words were never true
It's just the lies that break you
And how could you say you're in love with him
When he's just your way of killing time
I guess it's just the little white lines
And how did I ever let you set the pace
It only served to gain you face
There's harmony in the way you destroy me
Now I'm coming clean
Your words ripping at the seams
They never had a clue you lied to me
So here's the truth about you
And these words were never true
It's just the lies that break you
And how could you say you're in love with him
When he's just your way of killing time
I guess it's just the little white lines
Recovery has never seemed so out of reach
So I'll give you space to live your face book
Sense of reality
You fucking tick tock barbie
Throwing your pity party
Fuck
And these words were never true
They're just the lies that break you
And how could you say you're in love with him
When he's just your way of killing time
I guess it's just the little white lines
Recovery has never seemed so out of reach
So I'll give you space to live your face book
Sense of reality
Is plaguing every single line
I sing to get my head on straight
Admitting to my own mistakes
The irony of what you say
These mind games that you play
Painting me the narcissist
The lies you weave are effortless
And these words were never true
It's just the lies that break you
And how could you say you're in love with him
When he's just your way of killing time
I guess it's just the little white lines
And how did I ever let you set the pace
It only served to gain you face
There's harmony in the way you destroy me
Now I'm coming clean
Your words ripping at the seams
They never had a clue you lied to me
So here's the truth about you
And these words were never true
It's just the lies that break you
And how could you say you're in love with him
When he's just your way of killing time
I guess it's just the little white lines
Recovery has never seemed so out of reach
So I'll give you space to live your face book
Sense of reality
You fucking tick tock barbie
Throwing your pity party
Fuck
And these words were never true
They're just the lies that break you
And how could you say you're in love with him
When he's just your way of killing time
I guess it's just the little white lines
Recovery has never seemed so out of reach
So I'll give you space to live your face book
Sense of reality
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