It's like torture you know?
Not being near you
Not knowing where you are
Or if you're alright
Why can't we be close
Like we used to be
Why don't you look at me
Like you used to do
It hurts so much
It hurts all the time
When I think of you
And when you look at me
A memória não costuma atraiçoar o amor. Aumenta só a dor da saudade.
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