Maybe I like you just a little bit, maybe I like you, a lot.

I ended up needing you way, way more than I wanted to.
So I got a pen and paper, and I wrote all my feelings for you into words. Then I sent it, far far away.
Even when you find someone who could make you smile again, that smile will never be the same.
I can't pretend that I don't know about it. Neither can I pretend that it doesn't matter to me.
"I haven't slept at all in days,
It's been so long since we've talked,
And I have been here many times before,
I just don't know what I'm doing wrong."

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