You are not close to my mind —
and my soul, perhaps, knows this is the truth.
Nor should I hold the strength
to chase it, or to face that truth.
I may not be special to you,
nor even worth a single tear.
But this feeling of mine doesn’t care for that;
maybe we’ll be the same again one day —
or maybe you’ll never see my face again.
Does any of it still matter to you?
Inside my heart, the feeling stays,
where you hold a forever place.
But shall I keep living this feeling this way,
or shall I finally break away?
I cannot hold my tears like this.
My life will never be the same —
so shall I go on living even one more day?
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