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What's the point?

Of the lights,

Of the sounds,

Of this very night?

When you are out of my sight.

What's the point?

Of sitting here,

Of waiting,

Of trying to pretend I'm happy?

When you're not here beside me.

What's the use?

Of this freedom,

Of this holiday

Of this escapade?

When everything, except my reality-

You invade.

All I am saying is that

All these are good -

But meaningless

Without you.

So what's the point?

What's the use?

Save me.

Get here already.