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She hit LA with her plans to be

Somewhere off famous in magazines

Wrote a letter in hopes that she

Would see the world but remember me

A city map and a vintage car

A couple drinks to hide her scars

Pray this fall will treat you well

But only time will tell

If I return to you a broken thing

Then lay me down, down

Oh so softly

Lay me down, down

Oh so softly

Lay me down, down

Oh so softly

Lay me

Fame is what she wants

But I just can’t build it up for her

The game is what she hunts

Cause I just can’t give my love to her

I’m just so sorry I can’t give you what you need

But this love is only partly my responsibility, in us

And I know that I’ve made some promises that I haven’t fully kept

Cause I don’t even know what honest is, so it’s probably good she left

But I just can’t let go of all the shit we had

So leave me broken as your token 'till it gets me back

Blame is what she had me for

Giving it to going back

Shame is what we had before

Living in her broken past

So my thoughts were, just give in to what she wants to do

Or find another outlet for this power that would comfort two

Giving in I’m going restless, trying figure out what’s best for us

Damn what to do, there’s nothing good from loving you

Breaking hearts get away with surgery

Nothing left in this world for her but me

See what fame do, only I could have saved you girl