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BLÜ EYES - The Last Song lyrics

Artist: BLÜ EYES

album: The Last Songs I'll Write About You


I was young and trusting
You had just turned 33
Looking for some validation to heal
Your childhood trauma, hmm
You told me I was special
Then covered up my freckles
Let you turn me into someone I hated
Just so that you would love me, hmm
You diluted all my talents like a watercolor palette
I was spreadin' myself so thin for you
Push the limits of my body, flyin' all over the country
Just to be the one that you wanted me to
But I swear to you
This is the last song I'll write about you
I've opened up every single old wound
And all the shit that you put me through
I couldn't make it make sense if I had to
This is the last time I'll put it in words
The way you gas lit all of my hurt
I fell apart trying to make it work
And I think it's time to let go if I have to
You made me hate my body
Like it didn't belong to me
Every pound I gained became a ghost
That haunts me still, hmm
But I used to say, "I'd never hate you," never, "Wish we hadn't met"
Back then, I thought that one day we'd be able to be friends again
And I was wrong, obviously, I think that I secretly
Wanted you to admit the hurt you'd done to me
I was craving your permission to let me feel all my feelings
Now I'm laughing at the irony
I took the bait and let you break me, then expected you to save me
Glue together every shattered piece
For my sanity
This is the last song I'll write about you
Already tried but there's not enough room
For all the shit that you put me through
I couldn't make it make sense if I had to
This is the last time I'll put it in rhymes
How you abused so much of my time
I'm clearin' out space in my mind
I think it's time to let go if I have to
This is the last song I'll write about you
I've got some last shit to say about you
This is the last song I'll write about you
I've got some last shit to say about you
You're a liar and a narcissist, master of manipulation
Treat all of your friends like shit, such a fuckin' social climber
Think you need a therapist, you've got way too many problems
Sorry, I'm not sorry, but say "goodbye" to your reputation
You're almost 40 now, pretend that you're 27
Granted, you'll work for free and then take all the credit
Wiped out my memory, just like it never happened
Even my parents think you're kind of a shitty person
So, this is the last song I'll write about you
I promise
This is the last song I'll write about
You

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