Everyone is sitting in this crowded place
I can't recognize one familiar face
So foreign and different
Your image is the only thing stucked in my head.
You left me with so many expectations
I realized the love I thought was gone is still inside me
I am not ashamed to confess I still love you
Little bit pieces of our history are glued to myself.
Funny how people connect with each other after such a long time
The essence can still be the same
You can notice only small characteristics might have changed.
Now that I have you closer
I can't have you completely next to me
Is it irony or just bad luck?
Distance has always been our enemy.
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