Testo Bruise

Forgive me what i‘ve said was not the truth
Forgive me it was easier to move
Away from all the things that we have built
It all remains it doesn‘t change a thing

The price i have to pay is my own pain
Maybe it will never go away
It is done and now you can move on Panic as my head pounds in the sun

It‘s the hardest thing to choose
What to keep and what to lose
It‘s the hardest thing to prove
Do i stay or do i bruise

I am blocking beats for you
But your wound shines through