I often lament the endings.
Crying on the couch about missing you.
What would happen if you died and I lived?
What would happen if I died and you lived?
The last glimpse of you is like the sea.
I longing to be close to you again.

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I often lament the endings.
Crying on the couch about missing you.
What would happen if you died and I lived?
What would happen if I died and you lived?
The last glimpse of you is like the sea.
I longing to be close to you again.
