Waving from right to left
Over and over again
I said hello
I smiled
And I added a little spark
But she wasn't there
It was an act.
nice, but killed a little piece of my heart.
Waving from left to right
Over and over again
I said goodbye
I smiled
And I remembered all the times I cried.
The times I was touching body under my skin to just check on me
if sth was inside
giving myself the reason to
feel that I was still breathing
But she wasn't there
It was a fact.
Unpleasant, but a little piece of my heart suprisingly
survived.
Waving from
right to left
knowing, it's time
to smile
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