With all the time I think about you and images I put into my head of us, I should probably be making myself cy a lot more than I actually do.
You're right, I can't escape you. Some of the thoughts I have are so vivid and real that I find myself reaching out, trying to touch you. But you aren't there.
It isn't fair, it isn't fair. I can't stop thinking about you and it isn't fair.
You're right, I can't escape you. Some of the thoughts I have are so vivid and real that I find myself reaching out, trying to touch you. But you aren't there.
It isn't fair, it isn't fair. I can't stop thinking about you and it isn't fair.
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