you don't know what you got 'til you're missing it a lot.

Why do you play me like a game?
Always someone else to blame
Careless, helpless little man
Someday I might understand
There's not much more to say
But I hope you find a way

Still I wonder if you know,
How it really feels
To be left outside alone,
When it's cold out here
Well maybe you should know,
Just how it feels,
To be left outside alone


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