And I know it's long gone, that magic's not here no more. And I might be okay, but I'm not fine at all.
(...)
And maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece
'till you tore it all up.
(...)
So casually cruel in the name of being honest.
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'cause I remember it all too well.
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralysed by it!
I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it.
(...)
But you keep my old scarf, from that very first week
'cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me.
♫
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