I got my hands on your picture 

I got my eyes on a note that you wrote 

It’s telling me I’m something special 

But I’m feeling a lot more like a joke 



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I’ll find a way to remember 

What I used to be when I loved you 

I used to feel so much better 

Before this fool convinced himself that we were through 



I still wear the clothes that you bought me 

They’re the only ones that aren’t stained and torn 

When I needed you; you said you got me 

But why would I want that when I can be sad and alone 



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