Monday I’m waiting
Tuesday I’m still waiting to see, see if you’re fine
Wednesday, you’re still not here
Neither in the morning, nor later
Thursday is also emply
Friday, Saturday or Sunday
None of the day that you’ll come back
To be in our old days
The day that i met you
The day that I was close to you
The day that I loved you
The day that I spoked you
The day that you listen to me
How long it will be like this? I don’t know
How many months and years? I don’t know
How many billions of our past memory? I don’t know
I NEVER DON’T MISS YOU :’)
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