Scoldin Myself, Hating Myself
Scolding myself, hating myself,
I have to go on. What else is left?
Did you love me? I don`t know.
I said “farewell” and you let me go.
If you just played, then it`s all right.
I went away and it was my right.
I fell in love. It was my fault.
But if you loved me, why did you stop?
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