They say time heals all wounds,
I wonder what clock they are using.
The wound on my heart is worse than any bruise or cut that I have ever felt.
I don't want time to heal me,
I want time to turn back to the last time I saw you.
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Miss You
They say time heals all wounds,
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The wound on my heart is worse than any bruise or cut that I have ever felt.
I don't want time to heal me,
I want time to turn back to the last time I saw you.
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