I CRY
I cry, but only by myself
Constantly I reminisce about us
Red was the setting sun, setting your silhouette ablaze
Your smile which shined brighter than any star
I keep wondering if you think about me still
Constantly asking myself if I did anything wrong
Remembering better days, only makes it worse
Yet, I can't get you out of my head
I tried to stay present
Calls ignored, messages left on read
Rest and sleep are a luxury now, as it's hard to come across these nights
You probably wouldn't care to know, I cried
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