If I don't really care what you have to say, then why am I listening?
And if I'm over you, how come I'm not smiling?
How can I believe that being with my friends is the only thing that makes me happy, when everytime I'm with them I can't help but leave myself little, lonely notes in my phone?
If I'm not missing you, why am I taking this walk?
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