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Surrounded by white walls in my room,

alone i can still smell her perfume,

thoughts of her are in bloom, how weird,

even when you're not, i feel you're here.

No matter how far away,

i'll love you that much more every day,

in every way, that will never change,

i will always feel this way.

For the girl who sleeps in my dreams,

whose eyes can make me do extremes,

threw by the seems and how cliche,

for me to think of (love) songs about her every day.

Could i possibly learn the impossible? how could i

learn how to say goodbye?

without feeling an urge to cry,

nothing harder then, to her, saying goodbye.