Parade
You don't understand kindness
You only like me toxic and violent
You only like it begging on your knees
Saying please
Just to get another chance
What a dance?
What a dance
I decide the moves and you just prance
What a weird dance
What a dance
What a dance
I wish I could make this up
You're an adult
Just get your mommy issues out
I'm not gonna deal with another woman's son
I'm just looking for an equal
You bet I learned my own damn lesson
When you left
It was a blessing
Everything comes at a cost
Well
You're trashcan marked as gold
And so I march
I lead my own parade
I celebrate the freedom of my days
Don't let nostalgia
Cloud my own damn vision
Well I loved you dear
But I prefer to love me
I prefer to love me
Now we're sitting in silence
We both know what comes next
It's a dead end
How expected
Now this moment comes at last
We become a thing of past
I won't revisit
(I won't revisit)
You bet I learned my own damn lesson
When you left it was a blessing
Everything comes at a cost
Well
You're a trashcan marked as gold
And so I march
I lead my own parade
I celebrate the freedom of my days
Don't let nostalgia
Cloud my own damn vision
Well I loved you dear
But I prefer to love me
I prefer to love me
I prefer to love me
You only like me toxic and violent
You only like it begging on your knees
Saying please
Just to get another chance
What a dance?
What a dance
I decide the moves and you just prance
What a weird dance
What a dance
What a dance
I wish I could make this up
You're an adult
Just get your mommy issues out
I'm not gonna deal with another woman's son
I'm just looking for an equal
You bet I learned my own damn lesson
When you left
It was a blessing
Everything comes at a cost
Well
You're trashcan marked as gold
And so I march
I lead my own parade
I celebrate the freedom of my days
Don't let nostalgia
Cloud my own damn vision
Well I loved you dear
But I prefer to love me
I prefer to love me
Now we're sitting in silence
We both know what comes next
It's a dead end
How expected
Now this moment comes at last
We become a thing of past
I won't revisit
(I won't revisit)
You bet I learned my own damn lesson
When you left it was a blessing
Everything comes at a cost
Well
You're a trashcan marked as gold
And so I march
I lead my own parade
I celebrate the freedom of my days
Don't let nostalgia
Cloud my own damn vision
Well I loved you dear
But I prefer to love me
I prefer to love me
I prefer to love me
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Writer(s): Alena Shirmanova-kostebelova
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