Maybe in your heart you don't want me,
Maybe in your heart you don't need me,
Only to see your silence on me;
Without a Pence in my Pocket.
You came along,
Exhibited with your love;
But now you are living in another area!
Without caring for me.
How many times should i kock at your door? ! !
Maybe you don't need me,
Maybe you don't want me,
Anymore.
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