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Keep them to your self
hide your true feelings

dont say a word because you know its not true
deep inside your heart you know its not true

sitting alone thinking of what could of been
knowing not possible to know now
wish should could would not fucking really

this comes from a heart of putred skin but still blooming within
so not sorry dont say a thing, so not sorry dont say a damn thing

sorry not sorry had fun without you
sorry not sorry still wish i could be with you
sorry not sorry that time has passed
sorry or not i have chosen my path

with this moment of pain and regret
shove it back down and soon forget
on this man driven piece of shit
fail to disapear, at least not yet

so lonely is as lonely does
loosing one just sprout another
my soul behind what would of was
but so sorry so lost a second brother

but stil i suffer the pain in debt
but the pain i deserve so the pain i will get
12-o-clock now almost time for the wake
still in doubt but from what come shall i make

as blackened i lie and blackened i invite
what more shall i comprehend from this blood red site

Description
Keep them to your self
hide your true feelings

dont say a word because you know its not true
deep inside your heart you know its not true

sitting alone thinking of what could of been
knowing not possible to know now
wish should could would not fucking really

this comes from a heart of putred skin but still blooming within
so not sorry dont say a thing, so not sorry dont say a damn thing

sorry not sorry had fun without you
sorry not sorry still wish i could be with you
sorry not sorry that time has passed
sorry or not i have chosen my path

with this moment of pain and regret
shove it back down and soon forget
on this man driven piece of shit
fail to disapear, at least not yet

so lonely is as lonely does
loosing one just sprout another
my soul behind what would of was
but so sorry so lost a second brother

but stil i suffer the pain in debt
but the pain i deserve so the pain i will get
12-o-clock now almost time for the wake
still in doubt but from what come shall i make

as blackened i lie and blackened i invite
what more shall i comprehend from this blood red site