Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Unsincere
I can tell that you don't mean it
But I guess I'll try again next year
My hands a little shaky
Guess I'm nervous for the backlash
Bloodstains turn to rash
And the stones turn to pebbles
He loves me, he won't, so I'll rip out the petals
And dispose all the wasted remains
Try and try harder, I can't find myself
I don't care what anyone has to say
Diggin' a hammer around here
I'm finding a corpse on my shelf, but I'll let it
You didn't tell me at all
You didn't care what I said
I didn't have to have all the info
But nothing's better
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