Monday, January 12, 2015

Thinking Of

I'm thinking of all the times
You didn't see me
All of the times
I sat alone

I'm thinking of the days
That seemed so empty
Lost and forgetten
All of the days
I cried alone

I'm thinking of all the tries
I wasted on you
Looking blindly right into a stare
Staring so open right into a blind eye
All of the tries
I tried alone

What does it matter
Why should I care
About the days
The days that didn't matter
Even back then
The days that shouldn't matter
Even today


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