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3 a.m., talking to the ceiling again,
Your name still tastes like medicine.
I scroll through ghosts we used to be,
Smiling lies in our old memories.

You said love shouldn’t hurt this way,
But you left and it did anyway.
I stayed quiet, played it cool,
But missing you became my rule.

Some story are written with pen,
And some story are written with pain,
Ours was carved into my ribcage,
Every breath still screams your name.
I was ready, you were passing through,
I gave forever, you gave days.
Yeah, some story are written with pen,
And some story are written with pain.

Your hoodie still smells like “almost,”
Like promises you never wrote.
I learned love from what you broke,
Guess that’s the joke no one told.

You moved on like it was light,
I stayed stuck in that last night.
You said “we’re fine,” then slammed the door,
Left me counting “what if”s on the floor.

Some story are written with pen,
And some story are written with pain,
I was bleeding just to keep us breathing,
You were already on a different train.
I tried to be what you needed most,
But I was never in your plans.
Yeah, some story are written with pen,
And some story are written with pain.

If loving you was my mistake,
Then hurting’s what I get to take.
I’d still choose you, I won’t lie,
Even knowing how this ends tonight.

So here’s my heart, a broken song,
Played on repeat, moving on feels wrong.
If you ever miss me, just remember when—
I loved you deeper than you planned.