Whenever I sleep, I still see you lying next to me, Smiling the way I love it...
I find myself pretending you're still there, where I gently kissed your forehead, you responded with the smile I fell in love with...
While these images still lingers;
These feelings slips through my fingers;
Covering my heart no longer ensures;
My masks shatters upon your blinding posture.
Forgive me for I am immature;
This is just my own nature;
A boy whose heart is ruptured;
A patient who needs to recover...
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