Miss You
I've run out of complicated theories, so now I'm taking back my words.
Your tshirt's lost it's smell of you, the bathroom is still a mess.
Please don't blame me for trying to fix this one last time, I have a hard time as it is.
Don't act like you don't know me. It's still me, I never changed.
I'll be here if you come back.

I miss you, Love.

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