Things fell apart rather fast,
And I fear my days are numbered by then tens,
So if I die tomorrow then then last thing I would want you to know;
I never stopped loving you, just because I moved on,
Just because we barely got off the ground doesn't mean I never started loving you;
It's archival
If you were here now, I'd hold you until you became numb;
You have become confused as I,
Your lover today; your dreamer yesterday;
I'm afraid to see tomorrow because I hate myself for letting this happen
My secret was I love you enough to let you go
And now I will never hear from you again, or so I fear
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