senseless it is, just innocent with no innocence
Don't know if there's sense in that sentence
claiming to write but all day, I type
Does she like me, does she want me, am I her type?
your bad impression leaves me with good depression
good or bad, my profession not my confession
Can't feel your presence, I feel your absence
without a present, I need not your presence
we claim to be right, not knowing who is left
it's easy to say sorry, not knowing how it felt
Don't think you know what I'm writing about
'cause I don't know what I talking about
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