Do you remember me? I'm comming home, I messed it up, I messed you up, I miss you, When the leaves begin to fall, I need to know am I falling apart? Why do I always feel like the left out one. Always the last to know. I've stopped answeing my phone I don't care anymore. Looks like we're solo tonight, I'm beginning to see the light, but I think I'll be alright. I've been black and blue before, there's no need to explain, playbacks such a waste. What a day.
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