I think of things you used to say
And all that you would do.
At some point, every single day,
My thoughts will turn to you
To lose you was a bitter wrench,
The pain cut to my core.
I cried until the tears ran out
And then I cried some more.
This wouldn't be your wish for me
That I'd ever be sad
So I try and remind myself
Of happy times we had.
I know I can't be with you now
And you can't be with me
But safe inside my heart you'll stay;
That's where you'll always be.
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