Det bästa med mig var du

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just praying to a god that I don't believe in
Because I got time while she got freedom
Because when a heart breaks no it don't break even

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, I'm falling to pieces




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