how can I let go while you bind me with the chains that's called your smile?
how am I supposed to move on when you arms still longer on my body?
I hear the clock ticking.
It tells me to stop waiting.
The days on my marked calendar say the same thing.
They tell me to stop hoping that one day I could mark a day where you will come back, one day I say... one day.
But the day you come back... the roses on my grave will have already withered
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