:-( :-)

When I rung you on the phone
I don't pick up these days
I'd rather be alone
No one understands is generic
But no one knows how I feel
Feelings are birds flying out my chest
I don't know what is real
Baby I'm sorry I don't
Always know how to say
What's on my mind
But you're the first I'd tell anyway
Made me sad at night
When I rung you on the phone
I don't pick up these days
I'd rather be alone
No one understands is generic
But no one knows how I feel
Feelings are birds flying out my chest
I don't know what is real
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