Looking back the world seems so clear
still a subtle wreck without that girl here.
Played a number on my heart it was fun
but I'm scared that her and I are all done.
My life has only just begun
my brain and baggage used to weigh a ton
but I know that my life has just begun.
Wow man I've never felt alive
believe me I know what it feels like not to strive
to live a life others deem worth living
one thing: that girl is still missing.
Please break my heart right now because
I'll never be the man I said I was.
I know that we're better off this way
and I know soon I'll be okay...
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