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Sitting in a room, empty as this cup of fourty two
Looking at my bed and the memories I made with you
Stuck cemented on my phone with nothing else to do
Our relationship like glass, the way I see through you
Wish my phone could reflect the things I see within you
(I was hoping you would stay with me through all this) But just like glass, that image breaks too
Got me thinkin' I'm just a fool thi-thi-thi-thi