I will be so exhausted tomorrow
It is not fair for you me saying so
But know, I cried all afternoon
I could not divert away my thoughts
Again always they landed back on you
I cried, quietly until it was time to go
We could handle this a bit better, now
It hurts like hell day after day
Surely, I know I speak for myself now
But you too look like it pains you
Could we stop acting likes 10 years' old
This is not difficult at all, let it go
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