it was tough
it was rough
i lost count on how many times i cried
i lost count on everything i did
i miss you and i really do
this is probably not the best thing to do
but it will do
we need and have to figure things out
so we stayed silent almost a day
but you decided to hit me
with a "i miss you" text
"how was your day?" you asked
what do you expect me to reply?
"I'm fine"?
OF COURSE I'M NOT
we talked for few mins
and as usual
you left me hanging
i end it with a goodnight wish just to make thing looks right
i have always end it that way
whatever it is you're still mine anyways
and i wish after a week
i wouldn't have to change that
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
it was tough
it was rough
i lost count on how many times i cried
i lost count on everything i did
i miss you and i really do
this is probably not the best thing to do
but it will do
we need and have to figure things out
so we stayed silent almost a day
but you decided to hit me
with a "i miss you" text
"how was your day?" you asked
what do you expect me to reply?
"I'm fine"?
OF COURSE I'M NOT
we talked for few mins
and as usual
you left me hanging
i end it with a goodnight wish just to make thing looks right
i have always end it that way
whatever it is you're still mine anyways
and i wish after a week
i wouldn't have to change that
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