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I cry for the time that you were almost mine, I cry for the memories I’ve left behind, I cry for the pain, the lost, the old the new, I cry for the times I thought I had you


Every night i talk to the stars pretending its you.. it acts just like you tho.. far away and never replies to my questions


You wake to suffer through the day.
Trade a dream for the pay.
Well here’s the fact, I hope it sticks.
You’re just alive out of habit.


Leave me alone.
Don’t come any closer.
I’m so alone.
And you call me a loser.
emo