headache

Lying down on my bed, it won't ever be the same.

Every thought of you in my head.

It occupies my brain.

She's learning to jam with you, experincing it all.

I stand and watch, you don't notice as I fall.

Sobbing I reach out, reaching out for you.

But you who says you can really read me, well you never do.

The End

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