I know you think that I shouldn't still love you or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well... I'd still have felt it.
Where's the sense in that?
Music is my imaginary friend
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Yeah, Where'd it all go wrong?
The list goes on and on
And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying
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