There’s been an almost revelation in my head,
That maybe it’s time to make this bed.
Because what I thought was real,
Isn’t what you feel.
And maybe now, it’s time to say goodbye.
I realise that what I was thinking was wrong,
That maybe you’d change, and I’d belong.
But I feel like a naive child,
For allowing my head to be wild.
Now it’s time to let the thoughts die.
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