I don't what it is you do, make me feel someway I never, ever felt before. And I don't know what it is that you do, but your voice is a chorus inside my mind.
And I'm stuck inside the memory, I'm stuck inside, the tears you cried, but they're not mine, you'd smile at me and say I'm fine, and I knew that it wasn't true.
I knew just what you were going through, I couldn't find the perfect words to say to you.Now that day is gone, so gone, but the past is nullifying, maybe I should just stop trying.
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