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I sit here on my bed
Tears roll down my eyes...
She's like a ghost
She's living dead...
I almost killed you once,
When I let go...
I hate the fact that I still tense
When someone says your name...
So I guess it is true
What they all say...
The day you left me
It all came crashing down...
It's all going crazy
I feel like I\'m losing my head...