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letra de more - marquat

[intro]
tell me
is your disregard for taintedness an act of nescience or idiocy?
one not blinded by delusion does not wait to drown before fixing a leak
delayed action on corrosion is worsening the damage
you hopeless fool

[verse 1]
for every argument foregone
and conversation ‘til the break of dawn
were we breaking down things to change to avoid relapse
or building up to an eventual collapse?
how could this happen to me?
how could this happеn to us?
was the insufficiency in what we callеd trust
so bad to leave our memories behind to dust?

[chorus 1]
oh, i should’ve put four hundred percent
two hundred more than i already did
should’ve given you every layer of my skin
all the pieces of my soul to keep you in
oh, i should’ve put six hundred percent
just a little more, swear i wouldn’t mind the pain
if it meant that i could fix the love that i stained
if it meant my efforts wouldn’t have been in vain, oh
[verse 2]
no, no, no, no, this gotta be a dream, right?
i’ll wake up to you by my side, and you’ll still be mine
i ain’t go through all this sh-t tryna make amends every other day
over yet another small dumb mistake
without the two of us in the end in sight, like
be for real with me, shorty i gave you all of me
and never asked to compromise individuality
girl, i swore you were the one, ride or die for the long run
if i knew there was the slightest chance that we’d be done

[chorus 2]
i would’ve put eight hundred percent
whatever you want, girl, just name me the price
ain’t a single thing that i wouldn’t sacrifice
ready to die, my heart is yours to slice up
if i gave you one thousand percent
to ensure that you wouldn’t have walked out of the door
i swear i’d still be on my knees to implore
i swear i’d still be tryna give you more

[bridge]
if i really was enough
would you need me to be better?
if i really was enough
wouldn’t we have lasted forever?
how stupid could i have been?
should’ve seen right through your front
you telling me in the first d-mn half of the final month
you was pulling a stunt just to keep it going for a little longer
what the f-ck was going on?
why the f-ck did we still go on?
why the f-ck would you say it’d be easier if i just moved—
f-ck
[outro]
oh, child
you poor, poor soul
a dozen roses can’t cover a valley of dead flowers
take off the bandages

- marquat

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