You grew cold;
I could see in your eyes that you were already gone.
& to whom was your soul sold?
Still, I cry for you until dawn.
Where are you now?
Why did you leave so soon?
Questions left unanswered, forever or for now?
Sometimes I still believe, I can see your reflection in the moon.
Please don't call me crazy,
'Cause I miss you more & more;
I act like none of this phases me,
But inside it's eating at my core.
I'll always love you,
I just wish I knew,
'Cause this pain is killing me, without doubt.
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