I don't miss you!
I don't miss you!
I don't miss you!
I don't miss you!
I don't miss you!
I don't miss you!
I don't miss you!
And of cause all this is a lie.
It could be a lie to made myself feels better.
Still, i'll think about you sometime.
Maybe i'm just trying to lie to myself that i don't like you anymore.
But down deeply inside there's still something missing and it's you.
The fucking lie, kills me down deeply inside.
I felt damn painful inside but i felt so painless outside.
