i know it was my choice
but i couldnt believe my own lie
and now i miss your voice
remember when you were mine
the texts you sent
with a less than equal sign
those three syllables
now lying on the ground
left me unwound
the thoughts i conjour
they aint the cure
but they've been with me from the start
they can mend my heart
but i couldnt believe my own lie
and now i miss your voice
remember when you were mine
the texts you sent
with a less than equal sign
those three syllables
now lying on the ground
left me unwound
the thoughts i conjour
they aint the cure
but they've been with me from the start
they can mend my heart
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