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I’ve driven myself crazy since I was fifteen

Reliving a moment in a memory

The way a war hero does what he must

Just to hide his own cowardice

I’ve been exploding my ammunition

Just to hear noise over silence

Cause I still fear the choice to this day

The one were truth leads me away from you



I don’t miss you anymore

But, you just heard my final lie

And, truth is, I’ve started believing

I don’t miss you anymore

But, you’ve heard that one before



On one hand, I guess I made my own bed

On the other, I wish you would have asked

Me to stop to see what I was losing

And, why I was so afraid of my feelings for you

Cause, I feel like an orphan now

Not knowing if doing it different would have kept you near

Or, if you’re choice was even influenced by my actions



I don’t miss you anymore

But, you just heard my final lie

And, truth is, I’ve started believing

I don’t miss you anymore

But, you’ve heard that one before



I guess in the end, it’s all about forgiveness

Of either yourself or another

For losing touch with the most sacred part of yourself

Innocence



I don’t miss you anymore

But, you just heard my final lie

And, truth is, I’ve started believing

I don’t miss you anymore

But, truth is, I still do miss you

Just as much as I ever have before… if not more