Passing out on these pillows that we used to share,
Lying to myself, helpless with myself
Thinking through dead end memories
What did you really mean to me?
Sick to my stomach
Of staring at these four walls
Its the saddest sight, I've not slept enough tonight
I've tried to talk myself out of this, but I'm all out of words
In this love story absent of the love,
Standing so close together
But our hearts are beating out of time,
Clasping hands so tightly but we're barely holding on
I have to let you know
This goodbye will leave a stain on my mind
And as these words linger on our lips,
With each dying breath we hang our heads
So as the train pulls away
I tell myself that I'm okay without you
And as my heart begins to pull away,
I tell myself it'll be okay
And I don't miss you,
I'm not missing you
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