where i used to sit and talk to you
there's a piece of you that's here with me,
it's everywhere i go,
it's everything i see.
when i sleep and it gets me by,
i can make believe that you're here tonight.
if i could fight you know,
things would get better.
you know what, maybe i would just do that.
i hate the pain.
i miss you.
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