As I'm here in my room,
All I can do is think about you.
Remembering the moments
we've shared,
the first time I met you,
the smile that let me know
you deeply cared.
But all I can do is cry,
wondering why I even try.
If you didn't want to be with me,
why did you bring me
into this world of fantasies?
A world where I had opened
my heart without a doubt
knowing
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