Wistful
thinking
Sometimes
I see you in my sleep
Sometimes
I cry when I'm awake..
Cos
I can hear you in my breath, feel you in my and,
worst
of all, I can't remember how you taste
I
know that coming back here was the worst thing I could do
but
really, how else would I know that ultimately it was you?
It
always was and always will be and whenever I try to fight it,
just
because,
I
only end up right back next to you...
Cos
you are not you
Nothing's
true
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