confused?
Sitting here in bed all I can do is wonder why this couldn't have lasted?
What was it? My hair, my body, my intelligence? Because now I'm distracted;
All I can think about is all those late night conversations,
Who would have guessed that sooner or later this would come to an end;
First complete strangers, then best friends without hesitation,
But now, it's hard to even look at you while being reminded how many nights we would spend;
Talking about the stupidest things,
But now we're back to square one; we just know of each other, and this is what confuses me.
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