I’m not supposed to love you, I’m not supposed to care, I’m not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. I’m not supposed to wonder where you are or what you’re doing, but I can’t help it,’cause I still love you with all the little pieces from my broken heart.
I don’t run from you, I walk away slowly, and it kills me because you don’t care enough to stop me…
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