Newfound Loneliness

All the sleepless nights

All the pointless fights 

Seemed worth it when I was with you.

Here I sit, alone

And through everything I've been shown

I always thought it was you.

Wave goodbye to that farce.

Blow a kiss goodbye to the fassad.

Because everything with us is a was.

The "is" was ruined long ago.

The End

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