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Like any other gloomy day.. I get unwanted flashbacks from the past, wuthering echoes of my mistakes, and the soliloquy of lost love.

Like any other gloomy day.. I have you..err, our shattered memories, the feeling of distraught, every time I realize, your sweet smile and thrifty laugh will never be mine to lay eyes and ears on.

Like any other gloomy day.. I close my eyes and hear my heart sing..

You left me where I last waited for you,
the place where I know you'll never go back to.

You never asked nor say what was wrong,
you just left without a word nor song.

How do I completely let go, of something, of someone I never owned?

Your cold memories linger like the scent of garlic on my shirt.
I still remember you on random days and things and all,
like the cake you baked, I remember in the scent of burnt toast.
Don't get me wrong, you did great on the cake, but not on the glaze.

I guess that's how I can properly depict you in my head..
sweet and mellow, but slightly bitter to taste.

Sometimes, I wonder where you already are in your goals in life?
Were you able to buy the photography book you liked?
Were you able to finish the article you long been planning to write?
Were you finally able to move on from that crappy hellhole you were in?
Were you able to achieve your fitness goal?

But I never did anything to answer these questions, nor ask, because I am not part of your world anymore...
even the world we created together is now an abandoned lot and ready to crumble.

Curious, given all these painful facts, I am still here, standing in front of the dream, witnessing how each pillar of our memories fall down my feet.

It still puzzles me how you break my heart over and over again, even without doing anything..
by just existing inside my head, you crush the sweet melody I create,
you were like a villain ready to ruin my paradise..the same paradise I spent time building with you.

I miss you and it still pains me to know, you are out there conquering the world..without me, without thinking of me, without the memory of me.

Like any other gloomy days..I open my eyes, told my heart to forget about these and just think of the love I have to share.

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Anonymous said…
[Chorus]

C G
Sad woman take it slow
C Em
It will work itself out fine
C G D
All we need is just a little patience

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