sometimes i wake up in the morning
and the first feeling that i have it's you.
the miss that it's you
the first one
and we fight during the day
you insisting in stay
and i'm keep trying hard to push you out.
but, in the end of the day
it's all the same.
you are the last
the last feeling before sleep.
what a waste of time.
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