jag saknar dig mindre och mindre
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad it was over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
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