Thinking Of You,
Thinking Of Me,
There's No Other Place That I'd Rather Be.
My Mind Is a Mess,
That, I Must Confess.
My Heart Is Sinking
In A Deep Sea Of Grieving.
My Love Seems To Die
Whenever I Contemplate Your Lie.
Our Memories Used To Bring Me Joy,
Now They Feel Like A Useless Toy.
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