Sat at home in my room thinking of you
Reminding myself about everything i knew
About your life and what you liked to do
Thinking of the good times we shared in the past
And reminding myself how fast
The time went by, too fast for it to last
Wondering if i should regret everything we did
Wanting to understand if i was just a bid
To you and the lads cause i may be just a kid
But i am stong inside
I'm just able to hide
It deep within my body, although i feel like i've died
You've ran away from all the distress
Cause your head is in a mess
And by running i feel liked even less
Most of my happy feelings are lies
to me their my disguise
To hide the pain behind my eyes.
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