I took my notebook out,
just to write a song,
but then I saw you,
and now there's nothing I can do.
After all this time,
in this notebook of mine,
I found your words,
forgotten by time.
Our lives are a mess,
but we're doing fine.
Two months have gone by,
without you near by,
my life is a mess,
yet I'm alright.
Hold on tight to these,
hopeless, broken dreams,
I've never given my best,
hope it's not too late to try.
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