'Cause we had a good time, Then it was sorrow

I call it stealing
You call it borrow
So I want my heart back
If you're not gonna keep it
If you've got no uses
Then I'm gonna need it
And someone else
Is gonna need it too

I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one to notice?
I can't be the only one who's learned

Afraid of what they might lose
might get scraped or they might get bruised.
You can beg on what's the use
that's why it's called the moment of truth

We have our lives to bare
Our bags still burdedned but
We just buy and wear
The plastic version of love, hope
Understanding
We can't survive on candy




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