You left the state without me.
Shows how much you care about me.
I could call, but you could hang up.
You could take my loving cup.
But I don't want to share.
I don't want to bare it all.
You've got a life without me.
Don't know a thing about me.
It's no wonder I can't get through.
On the phone he said "I love you."
I don't want to talk it over.
Never cried on anyone's shoulder.
Just never let 'em see you sweat.
Little pieces, all they get.
So why do you still feel like shit?
But it's nothing near that great.
Just never let 'em see you sweat.
Little pieces, all they get.
So why do you still feel like this?
Something less than myself.
Something less than myself.
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