Its Over
It's Over
Once in a lifetime there's
the perfect man
his head up high but
he hides what's in his hands
Gulits, lies, and cheating
of course
I trace it all down to
the main source
The scared man that
use to stand up so tall
caught in his web of lies
he looks pretty small
As his life moves slower
and slower
it finally speeds up to
find out we're over.
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