and now maybe his too far gone. left me behind with sobbed. maybe this is the hardest part when crying such a nice thing to take. when pastgazing such an easy thing to get.
and maybe i'm just one of many
and maybe i'm just too ordinary
and maybe i'm just too weak to get him out
hey sugar. remember when its about 07.00 pm in that living room? when much affection crawling down to both of us then a few hour you put your jacket on. called me fatty before you leave?
so that was the last time i saw your face as my man.
this maybe one of many nights i've been too blind with this incredible brokenhearted.
and there will be too many story at the end of this lovely history.
when losing you still one of your part to adore. when the joy comes with tears and remind about you.
theres no other you. and you'll be the one i only couldnt replace.
and tonight, i'm still drawn with this brokenhearted, your love songs, and a bunch of your memory.
hope you'll be there next to my gate, call me fatty, listen to those love songs. as we used to do.
as we used to do with love.
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