Monday, 22 December 2014




I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,
How we met and the sparks flew instantly,
-Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat,
'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on.
-So many things that I wish you knew,
So many walls that I can't break through.
-Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking,
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me, yeah?
-And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
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And you're doing your best to avoid me.
How I was losing my mind when I saw you here,
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Oh, I'm scared to see the ending,
Why are we pretending this is nothing?
I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how,
I've never heard silence quite this loud

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This is looking like a contest,
Of who can act like they care less,
-So many things that you wished I knew,
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The end.

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