I stopped sleeping in ur big sweater
I started playing the game where I pretend that we never met and, sadly enough, it works
I stopped smiling when I recall a day we spent together
I started looking around
I stopped writing, thinking, waiting for you
or maybe
I started a different way of doing the very same things
because in the end I am still here
but parts of me no longer are
those parts that belonged to you
left already to some new place
farewell bittersweet unfairness.
I started playing the game where I pretend that we never met and, sadly enough, it works
I stopped smiling when I recall a day we spent together
I started looking around
I stopped writing, thinking, waiting for you
or maybe
I started a different way of doing the very same things
because in the end I am still here
but parts of me no longer are
those parts that belonged to you
left already to some new place
farewell bittersweet unfairness.
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