He thinks about me everyday.
Those nights are long, repeating girl... I still love you.
He broke down, falling down.
He's saying to not listen to a word he said,
to just take his hand.
I don't miss him but he thinks about me every day.
I don't know he closes his eyes and sees only my face.
But I need to replace the things he broke, tore apart and ripped away.
So now he wants everything fixed but there's so much to do and too little time.
So much to say.
I don't miss him but he thinks about me every day.
He expects me to fix everything but he broke too much, ripped us apart and threw me away.
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