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I could count all the things that I adore:brand new books and how my hands fit in yours,but I don't care about those things anymore.I've been hiding from my friends,when they've asked me where I've beencause they didn't know.they didn't knowthey didn't, nothey didn't know.And the floorboards in my room creak with questions,they ask me why I feel so alone,cause they didn't knowthey didn't knowthey didn't, nothey didn't know,But you were the one to pick me up.You said, "Get yourself out of bed.You've got to do the things the that you started.Look at the time that you wasted,when time didn't wait for a sorrytime didn't wait for him to call.It just goes on as it started,and you can catch up to it if you want,but don't waste your life." From Letras Mania