Can you still see me
Standing in this dark room
Talking to the memory of you
Your hand is back in my hair
The love is still there
Just like you never left
But that is not my life
I couldn't sit pretty
To let you create a pretty lie
And now I'm here and for all I know..
You may have died.
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
Can you still see me
Standing in this dark room
Talking to the memory of you
Your hand is back in my hair
The love is still there
Just like you never left
But that is not my life
I couldn't sit pretty
To let you create a pretty lie
And now I'm here and for all I know..
You may have died.
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