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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Woodward
Matt Woodward
Composer
Eric Tiber
Eric Tiber
Composer
Sam Sherwood
Sam Sherwood
Composer
Joey Farrell
Joey Farrell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Piccirillo
Jack Piccirillo
Producer

Lyrics

Thought we were done
Told myself that you weren't the one for me
But it's not that easy
Cause you'd rather spread lies
See my demise
I thought that you said that you would move on
Weighing me down
Thought you were fucking around?
But I guess you were serious
How could I miss this?
I guess I made you feel bad
But that doesn't mean I can't be fucking sad
I cry while you laugh
And I guess I look like a fool
Fell out of love with you
But I've got nothing to prove
Where do I go?
No time to be anything but alone
You were my home
Hallway, the least I could get is a gaze
Why does it feel like a game?
I guess I made you feel bad
But that doesn't mean I can't be fucking sad
I cry while you laugh
And I guess I look like a fool
Fell out of love with you
But I've got nothing to prove
Tell me, tell my why
You go wasting all your time
But I hope it makes you feel better
And tell me, tell me why
You go spreading all your lies
But I hope it makes you feel better
Running in circles won't get you anywhere, baby
But I hope it makes you feel better
And lying instead of crying might make you fine for a little while
But it won't you feel better
Running in circles won't get you anywhere, baby
But I hope it makes you feel better
And lying instead of crying might make you fine for a little while
But it won't make you feel better
Oh, baby
Hey
Written by: Eric Tiber, Joey Farrell, Matt Woodward, Sam Sherwood
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