and everynight when i lie in bed
tell myself you ain't worth all this
you don't know.
but the tears trickle freely
that familiar warmth on my face
you don't know.
thought it wouldn't be a nightmare
but it seems to turn out the worst
you don't know.
thoughts of packing my bags
thoughts of packing up the dreams
you don't know.
tell me you don't need me anymore
i can't imagine fucking another
you don't know.
;but i'll be fine by myself.i guess.
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