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You would think i'd expect, nothing less than for this time to be any different,
I waste my time in this world just wishing all the ways that maybe I didn't.
Just when I think I finally see something good, it never comes from within them.
And then the wind blows by me, whispers to me how I should've just listened..
Still sitting here, with no one near and all I fear is the greatest indifference.
All they ever did for me, was remind me just how much I missed him.

But now the missed is past tense because right now I no longer miss him..
Oh how I cried, wanted to die, the reasons why I couldn't still kiss him.
Ill digress from the world, find a new ways and a place where I can stay hidden.

Because now I've lost all thought, and forgot how to sit and enjoy the forbidden.
The only words I can find to make sense of right now would be the two words: good riddence.

Cause every place that I loved is now a place I must understand as forbidden.
Can't find a home to call my own cause each one I've known is just way too different.
They say "just go find a job" & tell me how I should never miss him.
But none ever gave reason to stop, make me stay, just sit down and listen.

They have me convinced I must pay for the words that they've never written.
As if they are the teachers in that class I never passed or was smart enough to sit in.

So is it me or is it you that will make the right move to make the change that will cause a real difference?

Because in the end, all this **** was meant to be, between you and me, never them,

But we both let them all listen.

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