Every day as I wait,
A little part of me dies.
Scared about the future,
And unsure about this entire exercise.
I walk around in circles,
And I could hear myself sigh.
I think about your last words,
And wonder whether I am high.
I let time pass me by
Not knowing what else to do.
I sit and stare, some times at us,
Because that's where I am with you.
A little part of me dies.
Scared about the future,
And unsure about this entire exercise.
I walk around in circles,
And I could hear myself sigh.
I think about your last words,
And wonder whether I am high.
I let time pass me by
Not knowing what else to do.
I sit and stare, some times at us,
Because that's where I am with you.
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