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I hold out hope that i’ll hear from you

But if I did, what would I do?

I am not even meant to be speaking to you.

Do you think of me

When you feel alone

And do you feel unwelcome

In your own home,

I know, I know,

Love can cut you to the bone

Telling me that you don’t regret it

Telling myself that I had better forget it

But if I did, what would you do?

I am not even meant to be thinking bout you.

Do you pine for me too?

When you’re laid in your bed

Do you wonder bout where

I’m resting my head?

                                                                                                               I know, I know,        

                                                                                                           Love can feel so alone.