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Every night I go to bed, crying, because I want him back so badly.
Every night I dream that we are still together, I am happy with him
and I'm sure that if you saw me sleeping, I would be smiling.
Every morning I wake up, happy, ready to face a new day, we are ready to face a new day.
Every morning I realize that those dreams were not reality, but facade, expectations, and memories.
Every morning I have to force myself out of bed just to keep going, with some sort of crazy idea that one day I will be happy again, and that maybe, maybe e can even be together again.
Every day I walk through my day just hoping to go to sleep again,
and that maybe he has these same feelings and dreams too, so it doesn't have to be like this anymore.
Every night I dream that we are still together, I am happy with him
and I'm sure that if you saw me sleeping, I would be smiling.
Every morning I wake up, happy, ready to face a new day, we are ready to face a new day.
Every morning I realize that those dreams were not reality, but facade, expectations, and memories.
Every morning I have to force myself out of bed just to keep going, with some sort of crazy idea that one day I will be happy again, and that maybe, maybe e can even be together again.
Every day I walk through my day just hoping to go to sleep again,
and that maybe he has these same feelings and dreams too, so it doesn't have to be like this anymore.