I don’t think of you anymore.
I don’t think of what could have been,
Or what I could have said.
And here I thought I would be forever haunted
By your goodbye.
Or was it your white lie?
Leaving me high and dry.
I don’t think of you anymore.
I don’t think of what could have been,
Or what I could have said.
And here I thought I would be forever haunted
By your goodbye.
Or was it your white lie?
Leaving me high and dry.
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