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I've been tryna get a hold of you
You don't seem to be there
But you know what? I guess I'm glad you didn't pick up

Now I can talk to myself
I can say it out loud
I can be honest, I can scream

I can say the words that I've been refusing to
I can say that I'm bottling up my feelings
I can say that I'm too goddamn scared

I wanna run away, I always do
But man, this time I have no bloody idea what I'm running away from
I feel lost, don't you?

If you saw me now, would you recognize me or would you cut me out?
Everything is crooked right now
Why don't you wanna make it right?

Yeah I get it. It's too damn complicated, but hey, lemme say this:
Time fucking flies. Life is second, then its over.
I miss things going slower, I miss us being closer

I've been tryna get a hold of you
You don't seem to be there
But you know what? I guess I'm glad you didn't pick up

Now I can talk to myself
I can say how incredibly sorry I'm
I can say how much I wish things were different

I can say that deep down I'm enormously frustrated
I can say that whatever was it that happened between us won't be forgotten.
I can say that I'm stuck. Should I stay, or should I go? Do you even want me there?

Wait... there's so much more I wanna say to you...
Even if it kills me, I know I need to say it.
So can you get back to me?