Stars are shining brightly at this holy night.
You are telling me things that you want to forget,
but I'm not listening.
In fact, I never do.
I just make an impression that I understand all the bullshit you say,
only to be polite.
I've been pretending for many, many years.
Suddenly, I'm spacing out and I'm starting to remember much warmer days.
Days, when we weren't together.
Days, when We had never met each other.
Oh, God, I wish to take those moments back.
But
they
will
never
come
again.
Hateful moments with you
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