I Don′t Miss You Anymore, But Sometimes
I Wonder If You Think Of Me
I Am Prone To Being ForgottenI Have Learned That I Am Relatively Easy To Leave

And I Don't Care That You Lied
It Was Nice To Need You Like A Drug (hm, Hmm)
And I Don′t Want To Turn Back Time Anymore
But I Do Miss When I Thought That I Was Loved

I Do Miss The Thought Of Being In Love
Love
Love
Oh Love

I Don't Miss You Anymore, But Sometimes
I Wonder If It's You I′ll Keep
I Am Prone To Being Forgotten
I Have Learned That Love Is Always Out Of Reach

And I Don′t Care That You Hide
It Was Nice To Have Something To Find
And I Don't Want To Change Your Mind Anymore
But I Do Miss When You Took Up All My Time

I Do Miss The Love I Could Leave Behind
Love
Love
Oh Love