Faro: Help Me


Couple hundred grams of rusty metal keep you from me
Couple hundred yards of pavement and the gate and the street
Couple of promises are breaking now as you're walking out
Couple of things I want to tell you and scream and shout

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Help me take this split from you
Help me make it without you
Help me fake I'm sick of you
Help me take this split from (you)
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Anything that was inappropriate for me suited you
You never asked what turned me on so you just had no clue
But since you always were the one whose happiness was at stake
I never wanted to complain about it and now it's too late

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Maybe you're happy now and I am happy and everything's sweet
I feel so happy I want to smash your face in the concrete
So don't console me, I don't need your pity, I will be fine
It's sour grapes and pride so fuck you, inside I'm slowly dying