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• Artiste: Atlas Losing Grip
• Titre: Contemplation
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There was something crucial that we shared, don't know what went wrong. And as I sit and contemplate, writing this song. I just can't seem to find that common thread. Whatever it was that we once had, guess now it's dead. You took another little piece of me, tried to make it yours, but you gave me nothing back and that's what hurts the most. And I guess I was too blind to see that I was being used. And if you think the joke's on me it's 'cause I was confused, believing that our friendship meant something to you. Better late than never I guess, though it pains me to realize. Somehow I got myself into this mess for putting my trust in you and your lies! You played your cards well until I call your bluff. When I stopped playing along you had enough. Your tone turned slightly bitter, short and curt 'cause you felt excluded and you felt hurt. You won't get another piece of me, to make it yours. You never gave me nothing back and that's what hurts the most. Guess it's your turn to see just what it's like when someone turns their back and says, take a hike - FUCK OFF!!! Better late than never I guess, though it pains you to realize. Somehow I got yourself into this mess for trying to feed me your lies! Better late than never I guess, though it pains us to realize. Somehow we got ourselves into this mess Better late than never I guess, even I must pay the price. Somehow I gotta get out of this mess. Get away from you and your LIES!