You Don't Miss Me. It's 2:30 in the morning and I'm up, awake again Missing you and wishing that what we had didn't end. You're probably sleeping soundly, trying to forget me for tonight But I can't sleep, I miss you, don't want this to turn into a fight. I know that you're sorry, you've told me what you need to tell But I'm sick to my stomach thinking of you with someone else. I know you're already out there, looking for new attention I know I won't come up in conversation, and not to mention You say that you "love" me but that's not how it feels How can you be back in the game if what we had was "real"?
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