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Letras:The Messenger. Outline Of A Monster.

February its all so clear.
Our lives wrote itself into a history of you and me.
But now you're asking me to leave and swear to forget everything.
Just promise me you won't regret this.

Why'd you have to go away and do me so wrong.
And everyday I have to say that it's tearin' me apart.
Your true colors won't be as bright as I saw that night.
I thought I took away all the malice from your life
but instead you took the one good thing out of mine.
You said you didn't need the time but now you fucking need the time to think.
"Should I choose a boy or a man?"
My God!
I can't believe we're down to this.

"Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?" she said then left.
"Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are tonight?"
Well I don't know but I can tell you who you're not.
I've since then,
washed you away from all of this yet asking for your forgiveness.
But honey I, I never meant to hurt you dear oh no.
Later doubting everything I said.

You know I'll always be your first but still the pain is gettin' worse tonight.
It's gonna end soon enough and then we'll have nothing left to say.

"Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?" she said then left.
"Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are tonight?"
Well I don't know but I can tell you who you're not.
You said this to me once or twice but I can tell you you aren't
Just promise me you won't regret this.
Why'd you have to go away and do me so wrong