
Strange, how you stopped loving me
How you stopped needing me
When she came along
Oh, how strange
How you stopped needing me
When she came along
Oh, how strange
A fast week, to be sure, but exausting.
I catch your glances, and I think of the past.
I catch yours, and I think of the future.
I catch yours, and I think of the now.
I wonder where I want to live at the moment.
Live in the moment, maybe :]
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