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sad, i still care

I couldn’t fix me

in the ways you wanted me to

Why can’t we just fake it,

Like you did all the the time

Something I guess

Laying on my bedroom floor

Booked up and looped up

Doing things I’d never done before

Thinking bout the way you left

Talking about some other girl

It seems to me you no remorse

For me

Now that you’re gone

Looking at the sun

It’s easy to breath

Cause I know that

My love is to grand, for your pair of hands