"When it rains, I don't mind being lonely; I cry right along with the sky. When it rains, I don't pretend to be happy; I don't even have to try."
Can you hear me? Are you near me? Can we pretend to leave and then we'll meet again when both our cars collide?
It really sinks in when I see it in stone. But you went away. How dare you? I miss you. They say I'll be okay, but I'm not going to ever get over you.
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