If you think that I don't notice that you're not looking me in the eye then you're blind and I don't have the time, to sit here and wonder just what's under your skin tonight.
And I know that there's a problem but I don't understand if what's in my chest is now in your hand, I don't want to hear a word but I do.
Go to hell, who needs you, I say that because I don't believe you. Take my words the way I'm taking yours. Its not fair, you know, so you don't even hear me. But listen once, and listen close to me.
Even a heart transplant wouldn't show you how I feel would it baby. Its tearing up my past now. Yeah, it wouldn't show you how I feel would it now.
And those inside jokes and things we know are the furthest thing from my mind, but you let one slip and I forget and smile. But I shouldn't because I hate you and I hope this irritates you as much as it does to me for even thinking that I don't want you. I'm not looking at you like I used to when you'd kiss me and when you'd want me, what did I do? What did I say? What did I do?
What did I say to make you forget? What did I do? What did I say to make you forget?
Time goes by and wonders why and where and how and what you've learned. Who is this you're sitting with tonight. I'm over you, way over due now but my heart lies to and between my past. But if I pretend for a minute and put all that I have into it, I swear that I can still feel your something, but its probably nothing.
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