The absence of your smile made me cry for the first time More of a sign you and i are no more The walls have been shattered You're up there & I'm down on the floor Always thought I would take it all in but seeing you happy makes me sad Not that i envy your happiness but because I'm not the one with jokes anymore Nice things do come to an end though i wish that wasn't our door Yeah it hurts to say bye but at least i had become a chord to your guitar and soul.
The face you remember, not that. The voice you heard, not that. The laugh you longed, not that. The scent you recall, not that. The memory you miss, not that. This is new, fresh and different. Let it sink. Let it sit. Let it grow. Let that go. PLEASE!
It takes fourteen days to build a habit, they say. Old conversations still feel so warm, they recall thirteen stories I long to hear, the twelve laughters we used to share. At 11:11, "i would like to be with you every single moment," ten words in repeat, nine times in a minute. You broke it on the 8th, and tried to not meet my eye. Seven steps have never seemed so far until we had the sixth goobye. Five sleepless nights, they're too much for these four lullabies to fight. There's nowhere else to go but off. In three, two, it only takes one brave move to break a habit, I would say.