it's been 8 months and i still can't think straight
my mind's blurry and i'll be dropping off at this rate
i've been broken and pushed away and stomped on and stolen
and i've alway known inside that my silence is golden
but the more i stay alone, i find the more i'm losing
what i've worked so hard for, the power of choosing
how i'm gonna spend my life, and what i need to do
and yet i still sit here on my ass thinking about you
i miss you
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