“You want to know what hurts the most?
Not losing her, not that she likes one of my friends
Not the way we embraced, not the way we held hands
The thing that hurts the most is my heart
It holds the memories that make it ache.”
Not losing her, not that she likes one of my friends
Not the way we embraced, not the way we held hands
The thing that hurts the most is my heart
It holds the memories that make it ache.”
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