What am I supposed to think? It's her birthday and you don't come home.
Sometimes I wish I never knew you. You have so much good and between us it went so bad.
I can't help loving you and I can't help being hurt by you.
Oh, I know that might not be where you are tonight - but that's where you were one night when it mattered, and that made a memory like the kraken that sleeps in the deep.
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