tears all gone and faded away,
only the wet stain on my cheek remains.
broken beads shaped like hearts on my bed,
little boys with girls that have pigtails are the thoughts in my head.
that's what i think of when the only thing i can think of is you,
i imagine we are innocent withoit worries too.
who would've guessed that we would end up like this,
two seperate: rooms, cities, minds and thoughts.
i can't remember when, i mean the last time of course,
when i saw you: smile, wink, or even wave of course.
the sound goes from my throat, into this speaker, and out of your phone;
who would've thought it'd be the machine i'd be talking to.
i'm spilling my heart now,
condensed into one recording,
you will delete it without even listening to the story.
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