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I spoke to God,
Without much surprise, He told me he had fled
On my knees, He told me that he left
He’s out watching those ones that cared
You were supposed to be my everything,
But I made you my nothing
So here it goes,
So here we go…
Now that you are nothing, I’m out to clear my head
I am broken and I am calm,
I need no one and no one will I call upon
Don’t reach out your hand,
It’s too much for me
Don’t reach out your hand,
I am not worthy
I rather burn in hell,
Than to lie to you again
So here it goes,
So here I stay…
I’d decide never to look back
But the past you are my faith
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