So, we are civilized now
And our friendship can't be rocked
But, God, the disappointment
Did you trample on what I brought
Well, maybe I'm mistaken
We used talk, now quite distrust
And as stakes get higher
People might be dangerous
I cursed and let go of your hand
I cursed and let go of your hand
I cursed and let go of your hand
And here I stand
Victim or perpetrator
Who's in the mirror on the wall
Wondered about their motives
About brother-killers I'll ask no more
But where would I end up
If I let my brother win
As I hurt you, I hurt me
The pain is physical
There are bloodstains on our skin
They watched our show (down on the floor)
They watched our show (down on the floor)
They watched our show (down on the floor
Now I'm just a whore
I fear you and I fear myself as well
The fear is real
For me and you
As we go down
I cursed and let go of your hand
I cursed and let go of your hand
I cursed and let go of your hand
I cursed and let go of your hand
I cursed and let go of your hand
And here I stand
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