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In my bed I lay awake

deciding what's real and fake

I feel so alone as the wind whips through

Do you think he feels alone too?

I probably haven't even crossed his mind

I of course can't get him out of mine

Everytime I see him I feel my heart breaking

I smile and wonder if he knows that I'm faking

Author's Note

It's not finished... I'll come back to it later, I'm not really thinking clearly right now