Nights like these are a train wreck, and we just don't know how to stop. You can say it's me, and that you're sorry I don't understand, but that's not being sorry at all. You don't have to ask me to think about it, to reevaluate my words and actions and position, because you already know that's all I do. But I have no idea what's going through your head, and that's why I can't let it go.
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