Mest - Until I Met You Lyrics
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Until I Met You
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What Are The Lyrics For Until I Met You By Mest?
Shaking on the outside
Because of what I'm feeling inside My chest is fucking hurting And my stomach's fucking burning I laughed when you were crying And say inside you're dying Because you gave up way too early Your fucking pain is so deserving Don't want to take it Because I fucking hate it Why do we talk when All we do is argue Nothing to be said Except you make me wish I was dead This time I'm breaking up for good I never felt this way before Open chest, heart on the floor I never wished that I was dead Until I met you I fucking hate the way I'm feeling Because my fucking life's not changing You broke me down when you stopped caring Your fucking misery's my healing Don't want to take it Because I fucking hate it Why do we talk when All we do is argue Nothing to be said Except you make me wish I was dead This time I'm breaking up for good I never felt this way before Open chest, heart on the floor I never wished that I was dead I never felt this way before Open chest, heart on the floor I never wished that I was dead Until I met you (Until I met you) I never felt this way before Open chest, heart on the floor I never wished that I was dead Until I met you I never felt this way before Until I met you I never felt this way before Until I met you |
Who Wrote Until I Met You By Mest?
Tony Lovato, Benji Madden
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What's The Duration Of The Until I Met You By Mest?The duration of Until I Met You is 3:02 minutes and seconds. |
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