nobody say it would be this hard.
It's such a shame for us to part.
The day I will finally understand, is the day I stop trying to figure out everything.
Another day thinking about you.
Another day wondering, when will I stop.
Another day wishing, I could.
You move on, people move on.
It's that thought that hurts what you realise you're still stuck here everyday.
Every night, I always find a way to make it without you.
By holding on to the times we had.
By reminding myself, it's really goodbye.
Try sleeping with a broken heart.
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