Now I've changed, and I want you to know:
One of us is crying, one of us is lying.
In her lonely bed, staring at her ceiling.
Wishing she was somewhere else instead.
One of us is lonely, one of us is only waiting for a call.
SORRY FOR HER SELF. FEELING STUPID. FEELING SMALL.
Wishing she had never left at all.
In her lonely bed, staring at her ceiling.
Wishing she was somewhere else instead.
One of us is lonely, one of us is only waiting for a call.
SORRY FOR HER SELF. FEELING STUPID. FEELING SMALL.
Wishing she had never left at all.
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