how long it's been since the last time we spoke.
And what a 25 days it's been...
Though I've somehow found glue and plastered a smile,
the wall blocking the tears from falling is thin.
Every so often, I get weak, and almost dial your number.
Other days I couldn't recall it if I wanted to.
Sometimes I pray I could clearly remember,
But most of the time I just want to forget.
I wish I could say that it was all for the better,
I wish I could say that I don't miss you at all.
I wish I could honestly tell you that I'm doing great,
But I guess I'm not as good at pretending as you are.
I never really knew what it felt like to be broken,
I never thought I could hurt at all like this,
I didn't know that I wouldn't keep on hoping
that my phone will light up with your number again.
But hey, I'm not lonely. My real friends are still here,
and they didn't even walk away when you were my only
so maybe I wasted my time on you last year,
but at least I've learned from my mistake.
But I never thought that I could feel so much anger,
to someone, like you, who I loved for so long,
and I want to believe that the smile on your face now is
but I just don't have a clue anymore.
Reality, dreams, they're one in the same.
Everytime I see your face I flash back again,
and all I hear are the words I didnt say,
and I want them to leave me alone.
I've tried talking it out, crying it out, singing it out,
but nothing seems to let it escape,
and the words, and the images, they play so loud,
I can't go for too long without thinking about it.
So all I can do is pray each night,
that the light in my eyes will return someday,
and one day that I just might
find the strength to leave it behind and start over again.
So I know where it starts, though you pretend to shine,
thanks for everything, sorry it ended this way.
Don't you worry, the scars you left will heal in time,
and I can honestly say that I'll be fine.
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