Put down these sunglasses,
Laid them where you once showed up.
Maybe it does help, but I don't believe.
Pick up the shards I found.
Carve your name into my arm.
Maybe it does help, but I don't believe.
Turn on the television.
See them knowing you can't count them.
Maybe it does help, but I don't believe.
Just know that it hurts. At least it lets me know.
It lets me know that I can feel, that I can feel...
Just know that it hurts. At least it lets me know.
It lets me know that I can feel, that I can feel...
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