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I hope you take these letters from my shelf
By now you should know me better than I know myself
If I'm being perfectly honest
There's no convoluted metaphors for this hollow space
And I feel out of place
So to myself I say

Maybe I don't love you like you do Maybe I don't love you like you-

Maybe I don't love you like-
Maybe I don't love you like-
Maybe I don't love you like you do

The smoke screens; it's all just flashing lights
What you see is sorted, organized
Tomorrow is already upon us
And substance seems to be just a thing of yesterday
So I feel out of place
And to myself I say

(Help me)
Maybe I don't love you like you do (Help me)
Maybe I don't love you like you do

Maybe I don't love you like-
Maybe I don't love you like-
Maybe I don't love you like you do

Maybe I don't love you like you do
Maybe I don't love you like you do
Maybe I don't love you like you do
Maybe I don't love you like you do