Don't you breathe for me,
undeserving of your sympathy.
'Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did.
And through it all,
how could you cry for me?
'Cause I don't feel bad about it.
So shut your eyes.
Kiss me goodbye...
and sleep.
Just sleep.
The hardest part is letting go of your dreams.
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