The Day
Today is the day I died inside.
Today is the day where I only cried.
The next day you smiled like thing was wrong.
This weekend has been just way too long.
Everyone thought that things were just fine
Nothing at all was out of line.
Apparently we were wrong and things weren't right
Who knew this many tears would be shed this night?
I've said it before
And I'll say it again
To me you'll always
Be more than a friend.
I loved you then
Love you still
Always have
Always will.
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