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I can't change the distance, so why do I sit here with it. Like I miss it, like I don't know what to do, yeah it's true. Like where is my head now?

I couldn't fix it, so why should I be complicit, when I looked you dead in the eyes, I meant it. Burn it to the ground, I'm a ghost and this distance is profound

I'm changing with the seasons, cause I couldn't make summer stay, and for all we know, it's better off this way.

So much was wasted, but I made it, I have to shut up, sit down, and face it. We couldn't change it, but for all we know what we was mistaken, we was better off replacing