Karma

Broken up inside, I know where you reside, I won't, believe you this time Under the impression that you can't stand the pressure of staying underneath your lies Walking home again and you can't help but pretend that nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong Trying not to overthink, just about everything when you, are, fine, all along I, don't want, to play, this game, again I, don't want, to play, this game, again I, don't want, to play, this game, again I, don't want, to play, this game, again