Will I ever pick myself up?
Like picking up a cup?
Will I ever make it through?
Picking myself out from the blues?
You ignored me,
Like something that you cannot see,
I wonder how we will be?
All I felt was sorrow and misery.
I miss him but will he ever miss me?
I doubt it because I am not the only one he can see,
His feelings for me, just like the waves in the sea,
Rolling back and forth-coming towards me.
I still cry in the night,
Will I still be able to see the light?
There are things still not clear,
Because I am still shedding those tears.
I know it is time to end,
My feelings, away I send,
Slowly time will heal and mend,
My heart, but I just don't know when.
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