People can move on without me, but why can't I?
After farewells, they're always so glad and happy but yet I'm still losing grip.
People just laugh it off, but I'd hold'em so tightly.
Despite getting hurt and yet not giving up.
What was it for?
For all the bullshit memories?
Or for all the unrealistic thoughts?
Oh please, nothing calls for memories.
All that's just bullshit.
They ditch them away like throwing away rubbish without regrets nor misery.
Get it?
Silly girl.
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