When I told you I missed you
It was true
When I see we can be friends
you don’t see what I do
When I sit at my chair here
I feel my Monday blues
No empathy, so sympathy
Why the world’s so rude?
Confusion, delusion
I’m turning sore
No place left to find
what I’m looking for
Decisions, ambitions
backfiring the life we swore
This endless wait
when I stop missing home
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I do hope you have found yourself in these special times π
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Thank Youπ
There’s always sometimes new to discover. So, yes, the quest in on :))
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All the best way young friend π
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Thank you β€
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