It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. So this is me swallowing my pride Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night", And I go back to December all the time. 'cause the last time you saw me Is still burned in the back of your mind You gave me roses and I left them there to die. You've been good, busier than ever, We small talk, work and the weather, Your guard is up and I know why. How's life? Tell me how's your family? I haven't seen them in a while.
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