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Paint your silhouette with my broken fist

On the wall of my house I still hear your voice

I got a love debt that I have not paid

I know that time is running out so just let me in

She says you do not look like her but she is here to fill what you left

It is never like what we had then but that is why I smoke to forget

Now everybody is in your head

You call them friends but do they care

I know that you left me like that but it was not you it was them