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"wishing well" - Alycia Marie - OUT NOW!
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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)