Feeling so relished,
Now I know everything's finished,
I'm starting to feel new,
Trying to see the other view,
Of everything that I have seen before
Wearing a button-filled sweater,
I never felt the pain until sometime later,
The wound that I have gained,
Wondering why it marked like a letter "J",
Maybe a destined coincidence
What could be its meaning?,
When I have forgotten and left you completely,
Does it mean that I should miss you?,
Or is time testing me of what I have put myself into,
Remind me that like the wound, you, inflicted me pain
In this hallway, alone writing,
Put on my earphones listening,
To the song I used to tag you in,
The song which had the title and lyrics in irony,
Stereos' "Butterflies" is its name
I hear those songs we used to listen to,
But never to worry,too,
Because all those times I hear those songs,
They're like just an ordinary songs now,
Should never be given meaning and should never be remorsed
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