There’s a girl in my mirror,
I wonder who she is.
Sometimes I think I know her,
but I’m suddenly proven wrong.
There’s a story behind her eyes,
but I can’t figure the whole thing out yet.
All I know is that she’s hurting inside.


Stop assuming that you know what I'm feeling.


Gone.
The saddest word in the language.
The saddest word in any language.


And you came to the point in life,
at which you began telling yourself,
"I need to move the fuck on."

Words can't explain how much I miss you.

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