Mean - Alecia Moore
Oh, we said some things that we could never take back. It's like a trainwreck trying to hit the right tracks. We opened up the wine and we just let it breathe but we should have drank it down while it was still sweet. It all goes bad eventually. Or do we stay together 'cause we're scared to be alone? We got so used to this abuse, it kind of feels like home. But my baby I just really want to know, how did we get so mean? How do we just move on?
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