I'm gonna go on, living like I never met you
and it'll feel wrong at first but I think I can forget you
Ignore the fact that we sleep no madami than three feet apart
I feel ya now, you're all around me, underneath me
you're all around me, underneath me
Well how was I to know that what we carved in stone would be so temporary
Well how was I to know that my first crack at pag-ibig would no be the last
Would be the last
It's in the air now,
Iitter tears and broken hearts
From teenagers, we count the years, we think we're smart
But we're not, we don't know anything
So don't ask me where I'll go, cause frankly I...
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