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What was wrong For me to come along Something I've done That shadows the sun Now I have blood on my hands Where to leave, where to fade This is how I stay, how bad it is Whatever you say I can't clean my slate Anymore, things have gone too late But where did my mind go This is wrong, I'd always know Cause' this time I have the blood on my hands My feet standing inside the puddle of regrets Throw away your image of me I painted red myself to be I don't belong here What am I supposed to do I should fade, and disappear Stepping inside the puddle of regrets Cause' this time I have the blood on my hands My feet standing inside the puddle of regrets Throw away your image of me I painted red myself to be |