I miss him more often than I take breaths in a day
If only a broken heart can be fixed, he'd know how
All I wish is to feel his smell and touch his hair again
But I'm lost between the future, the pass and now
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Nothing can feel this void inside of me
I get people all around trying to get the part of me that's good
But his blank space belongs to him only
And that part exists because he makes me feel pure
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I don't even have words to discuss
Because you can't argue with someone like that
Someone that holds you when your life is a blur
Someone that sees the faith in you and shows you your path
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