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every second 

every minute

every hour 

I know what youre doing to me. 

And I don't watch my phone no, 

I don't cry in my house alone

And I don't wait up for your return,

Because my heart,

My heart isn't blood it's stone,

And my love isn't for you it's my own

And you can't sell me any dreams

cause I enjoy my dreams alone

So what do  you have for me?

And you'll be pleased to find 

When you knock on our old door, 

That I don't live there

with my old heartache anymore.

And if your jealous how I am living 

Just think of the bullshit 

That you were giving.