Текст: Dead Hearts. Other. Dear Jane Letter.

I poured my heart out in the hopes that things would chage. (Then) I saw your smile fade away. seems that we're cursed, (so) pick your poison and do your worst. I think I can take it. I know that I can face the end. We've been through this one too many times. On a humid night, when hosety becomes another fight. With emotions running high, love has gone dry. With no last kiss goodbye. We bet our hearts and we played the game. But it ended-JUST THE SAME. We played the game and we bet our hearts just to watch it FALL APART. They say that love is blind, but not after it's lost it's shine and wasted both our time. And the real tragedy, isn't you and me, it's that this will repeat. We bet our hearts and we played the game. But it ended JUST THE SAME. We played the game and we bet our hearts just to watch it FALL APART. I KNOW WHY. I know why things fall apart.