Lyrics:
I saw you kissin him
I read your diary and letters
Boy I found out you were a player
You wanna make up stories whatever
You proved to me we can't
[intro:]
Broken hearts all around
Yeah I moved outta town
Wrote a letter for you baby
All the things you did to me
Ion need a thing from you
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
By three letters like a game in a arcade
Multiplayers we can all play
On the same team
Find souls get 'em all saved
Hallelujah we can all praise
Act
You can't trust these girls out here man
They'll do you dirty
Take my word for it
I've been through it homie
Now I'm going tell you my story here we
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
I gave a girl my everything but she still broke my heart
It don't matter that I'd do anything love still rips you apart
And still
I feel so lonely
thoughts,
My butterflies and broken heart
And so, a promise
Of an everlasting love
Were torn into pieces
And no more thought of
The story of a little girl
You're not alone.
Pools of sorrow and tears of joy;
There's a broken-up girl for every broken-down boy.
But you don't want to hear it,
You like
i'm fucked up
Yeah
You don't know bout the story
All this time i thought you were my one and only
Every time when you leave its getting lonely
When you
your diary and letters
Boy I found out you were a player
You wanna make up stories whatever
You proved to me we can't be together
Like I said I read
their hollow hearts with all of my broken parts|And all the love that they were never shown|To all those who have lived and died alone||I guess I thought
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
Your were supposed tell story’s to my baby girl
To the man that hit brother I pray you go jail
Go to prison, catch aids, And then you burn in Hell
This
served the whiskey
She was a big old friendly girl.
And she tried to fight her empty nights
By smilin' at the world.
And she said "Hey Bub, It's been
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
grave that read
For his country his life he gave
But the epitaph was only a part
He didn't die from a bullet but he died
From a broken heart
the whiskey
She was a big ol' friendly girl
And she tried to fight her empty nights by smiling at the world
And she said, "Hey, bub, it's been awhile"
"Since
to be cleared up. It had no human personality as it were. It was just a map reference that would be passed and forgotten by the end of the day. Inside,
diary and letters
Boy I found out you were a player
You wanna make up stories whatever
You proved to me we can't be together
Like I said I read your
thought, but then this worlds thinking is so clever
It'll rip you all apart, have you torn and severed
Tear away your heart, your love, all by takin measures
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