I don’t think you’re listening, I don’t think you’re here
I think your eyes are blinded, you’ve never shed a tear
Your heart must be so empty, your soul must feel alone
The day you cut me from your life and left me on my own
But I don’t think it matters, the hurt that I now feel
For on the morrow I will stand, and say it’s no big deal
And I will soon forget the past, gracious for what we had
The loss of you will cease to ache, for I’m no longer sad
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