Lonely Road
by S.C.C.
I see the highroad, all I long in the distance.
I think of you, I think of our memories, the joy and laughter.
Today is an empty day, while I'm under the rain crying.
I hate being alone but more than everything, hate being without you.
I can hear the last of yours steps echoing in my mind.
One time, two times, three times.
I'm sorry I pushed you away.
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