The story of us looks is a tragedy.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know, is it killing you
Like it's killing me.


Next chapter.


Why are we pretending this is nothing?
I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite this loud.


The end.

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I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us
How we met and the sparks flew instantly