Too much, too long, too late
The past now filled with hate
I've closed the door, I've locked the gate
The illusions left to dissipate
If I could be anyone but me
I'd be anyone but you
Shoot'n flowers on the floor
Sucking wishes like a whore
It's a habit I have, too
Too much, too long, too late
The past now filled with hate
I've closed the door, I've locked the gate
The illusions left to dissipate
If I could be anyone but me
I'd be anyone but you
Shoot'n flowers on the floor
Sucking wishes like a whore
It's a habit I have, too
Is there anything left to shout, shout, shout, your way
Is there any shadow of a doubt, doubt, doubt,
Betrayed, betrayed, betrayed
Betrayed Video (MV)
Performed By: Soup of the Sun
Language: English
Length: 4:57
Written by: JT Martin, Michael Harrison
Soup of the Sun - Betrayed Lyrics
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Too much, too long, too late
The past now filled with hate
I've closed the door, I've locked the gate
The illusions left to dissipate
If I could be anyone but me
I'd be anyone but you
Shoot'n flowers on the floor
Sucking wishes like a whore
It's a habit I have, too
Too much, too long, too late
The past now filled with hate
I've closed the door, I've locked the gate
The illusions left to dissipate
If I could be anyone but me
I'd be anyone but you
Shoot'n flowers on the floor
Sucking wishes like a whore
It's a habit I have, too
Is there anything left to shout, shout, shout, your way
Is there any shadow of a doubt, doubt, doubt,
Betrayed, betrayed, betrayed
The past now filled with hate
I've closed the door, I've locked the gate
The illusions left to dissipate
If I could be anyone but me
I'd be anyone but you
Shoot'n flowers on the floor
Sucking wishes like a whore
It's a habit I have, too
Too much, too long, too late
The past now filled with hate
I've closed the door, I've locked the gate
The illusions left to dissipate
If I could be anyone but me
I'd be anyone but you
Shoot'n flowers on the floor
Sucking wishes like a whore
It's a habit I have, too
Is there anything left to shout, shout, shout, your way
Is there any shadow of a doubt, doubt, doubt,
Betrayed, betrayed, betrayed
Writer: JT Martin, Michael Harrison
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