Lonely.
I'm so far gone now, that, I don't notice you were even here.
Here on my own, I notice you broke, tore, and shattered what was left of my heart.
I wish I knew better, I wish I knew, If you we're mine.
And I wish you were holding me, where it wasn't so cold.
I need you here, now. Stay.
Begging and pleading for every moment.
But, Just to figure out.
Was it real love, or some lie?
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