"wishing well" - Alycia Marie - OUT NOW! Stream Now: https://lnk.to/wishing_well
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Video Directed By: Alycia Marie & Niko Ivanovic https://www.instagram.com/nikomitk
Video Production & Editing: Alycia Marie Camera Assistance & Grip: Laura Anna Set Design: Alycia Marie, Laura Anna, Niko Ivanovic Hair & Makeup: Alycia Marie
Song Written By: Alycia Marie Music Production: Marco Lesche
LYRICS: Threw a coin into the well I've done everything from therapy to keeping to myself Overshared and understated Even tried to be your friend but you kept crossing all the lines Filling in the dots I left for you with a million little lies
I've been so protective I've been way too fucking nice To be brought up in conversations Like how I wasted all your time And now you really have the nerve to act like I ruined your life When you know damn well that you’re the only one who ruined mine
And after all these years I guess it’s like the story‘s getting old but I cant help it I can‘t let it go
'Til maybe one day, you’ll be sorry I won’t feel you, you won‘t haunt me I‘ll erase you from my story You’ll be a glimpse in the past I've forgotten
'Cause maybe one day I'll be better All the ties they will be severed I won’t hate every December You’ll be a glimpse in the past I can barely remember
Maybe I built my own cages I kept your slate too clean I know I let you get away 'Cause I made sure no one would see When we both know you’re not half the angel you pretend to be Maybe that makes it my fault if you repeat our history
And after all these years I still can‘t sleep and you still twist the truth I guess it‘s easy to play everyone for fools
'Til maybe one day, you’ll be sorry I won’t feel you, you won‘t haunt me I‘ll erase you from my story You’ll be a glimpse in the past I've forgotten
'Cause maybe one day I'll be better All the ties they will be severed I won’t hate every December You’ll be a glimpse in the past I can barely remember
(down to the wishing well) (down to the wishing well) (down to the wishing well) (down to the-)
Maybe one day, you‘ll be sorry You‘ll admit it, you‘ll be honest I will take back my own body And be the life of every fucking party
'Cause maybe one day, it won‘t matter And I‘ll feel lighter than a feather I won’t break under the pressure And you‘ll be a glimpse in the past I can barely remember
(down to the wishing well) (down to the wishing well)