You
This is about a person I know and thought meant something to me.
Trying not to cry. You just left me behind. Didn't even get the chance to say my goodbyes. Now I'm dying inside, just can take the pain. This whole idea is making me insane. From the first time I met you, to the times we hung out. But I guess that's what memories are all about. But it's to bad, because I'm already mad. Still somehow a little sad. But that's alright. I'll be okay, as long as you come and see me one day.
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