Midnight, 3am

it is almost time for bed / but a curfew doesnt really exist / and i only think i hear you when you are there / but it is really just a phantom of a sound / and you only think that you hear me / but i really dont believe because i already know / that you were never there to begin / and that everything ive ever hear you tell me / has always been a lie

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