Now all I do is
Lay there on my bed,
crying over everything that I misread
I tried, but I couldn't get you out my head
and everything that you said
I can't go on living like nothings wrong
I keep hoping you'd come before long
and realise where you belong
and everynight before I fall asleep
I sit and write in my diary
a couple of sorry
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