Somedays

Somedays, when I'm lazy, when I'm free,

and when there's not a better place to be,

I lie on bed, with eyes closed,

and the hundreds of memories unfold.

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Of the days from past, sweet and sour,

of the days now gone and seem so far.

I dream about you when I shut my eyes,

broken heart patched up with broken lies.

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Somedays, when I'm lazy, when I'm free,

and when there's not a better place to be,

I watch the sky, look at the moon,

and the night passes by so soon.

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Dawn breaks out, the sky reminds of you,

the way you used to smile admiring the hue.

I smile at the Sun, us with similar fates,

after each bright day, dark night waits.

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Somedays, when I'm lazy, when I'm free,

and when there's not a better place to be,

I find myself, looking at you,

letting go reality to live in déjà vu.

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Everything comes back, like an album flipped,

remembering moments we together lived,

They all seem to be from a different Earth,

one where remembering you didn't hurt.

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Somedays, when I'm lazy, when I'm free,

and when there's not a better place to be,

I pay a visit, to stay with you,

sitting silently, watching the view.

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Rows and rows of smooth grey cold stone,

and I the only one breathing all alone.

When it's time to go, I leave you a gift,

The bright yellow tulips you loved when you lived.