اصل بول
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I miss the way our hands
Wouldn't perfectly align
You'd hurt me with your grip
I miss pretending it was fine
I miss the way you'd look at me
But, limerence always dies
And with that left the compliments
I miss feelin' like I'd die
I miss how I would cry
I miss the way we loved
Always living on the line
You liked to blame it all on me
I miss all of your lies
I miss the way you'd shout
Flaming rage inside those eyes
I miss the way it hurt
I'd smile and I'd turn the other cheek
I miss when you were mine
