I know it's kind of silly,
that I spend my days,
searching and searching,
for other ways.
Other ways,
into your heart,
that way we'll never,
be far apart.
Far apart,
that thought makes me cry,
only because I don't,
want to say good-bye.
Good-bye,
the words are like scars,
they are just there,
to cause my pain.
My pain,
it all starts with you,
because I know it's,
love so true.
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