It still hurts to see that you're doing comletely okay, without me.
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It still hurts to see that you're doing comletely okay, without me.
Contavo i giorni che mi sorridevi. Morivo i giorni in cui non lo facevi.
His love is like a ghost, Forever haunting me. A breath of cold wind, That passes through my soul, Leaving it chilled around the edges, Empty on the inside, While my heart sits on ice.
He is like a ghost. Forever haunting me. There one moment, Gone the very next, Leaving me to wonder, If he’s actually real, Or something I created in my head.
I am a ghost without him. Forever haunted. Without his love, I feel as dead as an end, Living every day unawares as a spirit, Sleeping every night as alone as a corpse in a casket.
Mark has kinda let his grooming down while off tour