We were two of us, I mean us.
I talk of you and I,
here I stand alone in a crowd
just thinking of us.
Where are you?
I miss blue glitter in your eyes,
I am forlorn as a desert
please come and comfort me
I miss us holding hands.
I am mad without you, blue no more,
Red all over
a waterfall of tears down my cheeks,
leaving my eyes burning like hell
for I miss us, please come
and comfort me.
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