But i keep trying
Some days i feel like giving my all
Some nights i feel so restless
But if i take us out of the picture, maybe then we wouldn't be like this.
I miss my sis
I miss myself
I miss the old times we've been so happy together
But now things aren't the same for sure
We grew apart, becoming strangers again
We've fought, we've cried, we've tried our hardest
But no matter what this can't be mended back to its' original form.
What once was lost, now have been regained (somewhat)
There's nothing left in this pistol. The bullet has been fired, and there's no spark left.
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