in this bed once made of roses
torn at the thought of your name
shattered with every breath, knowing
i didn't wanna be, without you
I still see you sometimes,
in my dreams
where you're still so far away
sometimes I rememeber looking into your eyes
how I couldn't help but smile
because i was so happy.
now I'm a mess
maybe there's nothing left of me.
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