I drink tears for breakfast, Extreme sadness for lunch, And thoughts of you for dinner.
So that by the time I go to bed and sleep, my dreams will be your shelter.
I cry tears on your pillow while I hug it late at night
And I’ll talk to the moon and ask if you’re alright.
I will talk alone in the room, thinking your scent would hear me
They can call me crazy, but this is what’s happening to me.
They say I am strong and should endure what’s going on
But how
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