Gloomy, hurt, depressed, melancholy souls
Loud arguments, burnt photos, countless fights
Missed phone calls, shattered frames, stressful days
Long messages, tears on pillows, sleepless nights
Still today we're standing side by side just looking away
With red eyes from crying warm tears and our souls scarred
The aftermath got us holding onto the remains of our love
Trying to be one with half of each of our hearts
2015
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