late at night i stop here
and
i wonder what we were
i wonder who you have become
and what you've done with her
but
suppose that this is meant to be
this feeling i call "hell"
lying here
and missing you
and lying to my self
i do not know too much about too much
that much is true
but i know too much of what you've done
i know too much of you
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