How does it feel, walking without me
Holding the hand, of the one beside me
Im sitting on the table, where we never dined
Thinking why, things never went fine
My heart was a whole, that never had edges
Until it loved and let in, the merges
I don't know why, I search for reasons
As I cannot change, the past seasons.
I wish you come over, for the night
To make me feel, things will be alright
Im not jealous, but a bit confused
For why should I, be the unfortunate muse
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