Word
Too much of anything is too much
Too much love can be too much
We had too much time
Too much us
So we fought like tomorrow was promised
I admit I'm still watching the days go by
And sleeping alone is starting to break me down
I need to find a reason to feel
Like everything was meant to be let go
Take it slow
Cause I can't be on my own
I miss us...
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