We gone this far
Why asking me again
about yesterday dreams, about the rainy nights, i stare you thru bleak window outside our door.
I saw you still, cosyly slept, after we talked all day long, about how we can make it to the end.
You didnt see me,
During the cold breeze, my voice faded by the cluttered wind.
What bout my song, dont it make you cry, or it is not sad enough
While you still smile see me drown and gasping asking for air to breath.
I left the house ,
Make it empty for you, so you enjoy the morning breeze rays and stare my empty chair.
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