When they ask me how I am, I think of you,

I say I’m fine, but we both know that’s not true.

I smile, ask how they are, I wonder how I’ll ever stop crying,

They say, they’re fine, my heart is breaking.

I wonder to myself if they can tell,

That I’m going through my own private hell.

We say our good-byes and walk away,

I wished so much for you to stay.

But, life goes on, and we all have to die someday.

I’ll remember you forever.

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