Sorry for being late,
Sorry for making you wait.
I now what love is,
I now know what it is to miss.
Nothing is done as it should be,
But anyway,I do my best not to scream,
Light is too dim,
Therefore I can't flee.
My days pass recalling who we were
And love passes away.
Feelings you didn't store
Didn't make me stay.
I now want to forget all daays we had.
Totally becoming mad,
But I should be happy instead.
Dim
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