I never thought that we would ever end
I was in cloud nine all this time.
I didn't think much of what was going on inside of you
I was too happy just to be with you.
I did not see the signs
Though I sometimes feel that you are not really here
In all fairness it is neither our fault
The timing is so imperfect, we are in complex situations.
I am here, you are there
And then so much more
All these availability that surrounds you
Waiting to see the blues up close.
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