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Used to love me

Elrosea
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V5.5

[Verse] Where did you go, when did the winter set in, looking through me like a ghost, like I'm a stranger in your skin. Can I make you remember, when it always felt like summer. Before the silence took our voices, and locked the words inside our mouths. [Chorus] [Voice of anguish] I guess I'll pack my things, with our memories. But they don't seem to mean a thing, as you leave me here to bleed. You won't even hold me, you used to love me. How can you be so mean, we used to have everything. [Verse] And you see me leaving, maybe you'll stop me. But I know you won't hold the door, you don't need me no more. And its not like you, I don't know you anymore. Did you ever love me, guess I'll never know for sure. [Bridge] You can keep your quite house, in the rooms we used to laugh. Won't be looking through the glass, at you sitting in the black. [Chorus] [Voice of anguish] I guess I'll pack my things, with our memories. But they don't seem to mean a thing, as you leave me here to bleed. You won't even hold me, you used to love me. How can you be so mean, we used to have everything. [Instrumental] [Chorus] [Voice of anguish] I guess I'll pack my things, with our memories. But they don't seem to mean a thing, as you leave me here to bleed. You won't even hold me, you used to love me. How can you be so mean, we used to have everything. [Spoken word] "I guess I'll pack my things"