Lost
I’m okay, I’m just tired
Just tired
Just tired of pretending
That I’m okay, happy even
That I don’t spend all of my time
Thinking about you,
What you would do if
If you were still here
If life was fair
If fate wasn’t cruel
That breathing doesn’t hurt
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