My Freedom

My Freedom

We don’t talk anymore
And it’s not like the world came to an end
We don’t talk anymore
And yet it feels like there’s nothing to mend
Late in the night
Just to wake up and fight
“You don’t understand me!”
“Oh you’re so silly! “
We don’t talk anymore
This long distance seems to be working no more
My 2am doesn’t bode well with your 4pm
Maybe it’s true
Not everything’s meant to last forever
So let’s call a spade a spade
Us? It’s just you and I now babe
We don’t talk anymore
And it hasn’t felt this good in a long, long time.

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