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XV

What the fuck is wrong with me
In my bed I miss you so hard
Tears are coming up in my eyes

One hour ago with a cup of coffee
I leaned over the counter of my kitchen
Picturing you smiling at me

Now I'm expecting a hundred texts from you
If I cannot have you on the step of my door
Never hated so much my need of moving on

Cuz it's once I am searching happiness
Hundreds kilometers away
That my bliss is unreachable without you