And she saves his voicemail,
so whenever she's lonely,
she can hear his voice.
Missing you isn't the problem,
it's wondering if you'll ever come back that's killing me.
I’m shutting my doors and putting my walls back up.
I’m closing my curtains and removing the welcome mat.
I’m blocking everything out again,
because it’s so much easier than feeling something.
You didn't love her. You just didn't want to be alone.
Or maybe, maybe she was just good for your ego.
Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life,
but you didn't love her, because
you don't destroy people you love.
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