Oh Love کے بول

I don't miss you anymore, but sometimes I wonder if you think of me I am prone to being forgotten I have learned that I am relatively easy to leave And I don't care that you lied It was nice to need you like a drug (hm, hmm) And I don't want to turn back time anymore But I do miss when I thought that I was loved I do miss the thought of being in love Love Love Oh love I don't miss you anymore, but sometimes I wonder if it's you I'll keep I am prone to being forgotten I have learned that love is always out of reach And I don't care that you hide It was nice to have something to find And I don't want to change your mind anymore But I do miss when you took up all my time I do miss the love I could leave behind Love Love Oh love