Gone are the days when I used to write your name
on the fog covered windshields with my fingers.
Now it’s etched all over these broken pieces of my dark heart.
Was I growing up or growing apart?
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This isn’t a game but you played my feelings pretty well.
You think I’ve changed. Truth is you never really knew the real me.
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Missing someone who’s passed away is a whole different type of heartache
how ironic, when they want us to stay but creating a reason to leave them.