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I had another dream about you last night you were lying in my arms again
I had a dream about you, imagining you in my arms once again.
Even in my deepest sleep it's still a fantasy that's been exhausted
Even in my deepest sleep, the fantasy of being with you has become tiresome.
31 days have come and gone I'm coming along a long way to go
31 days have passed, and I'm progressing but still have a long way to go.
Letting tears fall and learning from my losses on and on and on we go
Crying and learning from my losses, the journey continues endlessly.
The last blue text I wrote
Referring to a previous message, possibly a sad or regretful communication.
Been feeling like forever ago
Feels like a long time has passed since I wrote that message.
A month can be days this one's feeling like years
A month can feel like days, and this particular one feels like years.
A new beginning is my only hope
A fresh start is my only source of optimism.
31 days have come and gone I'm coming along a long way to go
31 days have passed, making progress, but the journey is still ongoing.
Letting tears fall and learning from my losses on and on and on we go
Continuing to shed tears and learn from experiences, the cycle persists.
Looking for some answers Friday only thing I could find's an empty bottle
Seeking answers on Friday, finding solace only in an empty bottle.
Now I'm fucked up again yeah, now I'm in love again
Feeling messed up again, caught in the cycle of love and heartbreak.
I don't wanna spend no more time thinking if there's ever time that you were thinking Bout Me
Expressing a desire to stop wasting time thinking about past moments together.
I wonder what you're feeling inside is it resentment you find that I decided to leave
Wondering about the emotions within you, questioning if there's resentment for my departure.
Or is there simply nothing at all was it easy to move on am I alone in my grief?
Contemplating whether you've moved on easily or if there's shared grief.
It shouldn't even matter to me
Realizing it shouldn't matter, but the thoughts still linger.
No it shouldn't even matter to me
Reiterating that it shouldn't affect me, though it does from time to time.
But it seems like every now and again
Reflecting on the reasons for leaving and the impact on emotions.
I think about the reasons I left
Experiencing various emotions, with the absence of regret being notable.
I feel a hundred different ways, pain I simply can't explain, only thing I haven't felt is Regret
Despite feeling pain in many ways, regret is the one emotion not felt.
31 days have come and gone I'm coming along a long way to go
31 days have passed, progress made, but the journey continues.
Letting tears fall and learning from my losses on and on and on we go
Continuing to learn from losses and allowing tears to fall, the cycle persists.
Looking for some answers Friday only thing I could find's an empty bottle
Searching for answers on Friday, finding solace again in an empty bottle.
Now I'm fucked up again yeah, think I'm in love again
Feeling messed up again, suggesting a recurring pattern of emotional turmoil.
I had another dream about you last night you were lying in my arms again
Repeating the dream imagery, emphasizing the persistent thoughts about being together.
Even in my deepest sleep it's still a fantasy that's been exhausted
Even in deep sleep, the fantasy persists, indicating a strong longing.
A fever pitch dream's not always good if you can't let go you'll be held hostage
Warning about the negative impact of holding onto unrealistic dreams.
Put faith in my reality
Having faith in reality, acknowledging a place one didn't want to be.
A place you never wanted to be
Reflecting on an undesirable reality, possibly related to a past relationship.
31 days have come and gone I'm coming along a long way to go
31 days have passed, progress continues, but the journey is far from over.
Letting tears fall and learning from my losses on and on and on we go
Continuing to learn from losses and letting tears fall, the repetitive cycle persists.
Looking for some answers Friday only thing I could find's an empty bottle
Seeking answers on Friday, once again finding solace in an empty bottle.
Now I'm fucked up again, but a brand new month begins
Feeling messed up again as a new month begins, suggesting a cyclical emotional pattern.
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