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Things were doing fine They were sailing by Then these reminders come And cut me up all over again It makes me want to It makes me want to It makes me There are those short days That are easily forgotten When zero thoughts come my way And my mind goes one direction It makes me want to It makes me want to It makes me "Want to hang out with no hard feelings?" The impossible seems to creep up I'll use the excuse and say I'll come by Just to pick up my old things It makes me want to It makes me want to It makes me Hating them keeps me full Loving him makes me empty Lying leads me to the fix So I've ran away To a hollow home Where I have forgetful days Where I almost die All the time It's the right thing to forgive But saying it doesn't mean a thing When each word's not close to sincere You can apologize all you want Yeah, a piece of me still wants you here But I still can't believe what you've done And why I even cared