I may be invisible;
I might not be there;
Maybe I'm an illusion;
But still you don't care;
I guess I'll fade away,
Untill I'm no longer there.
And the next time you look for me,
I'll be hidden far away,
With some one who cares,
And will actually stay.
So the next time you see me,
Out of the corner of your eye.
Think about how you'll miss me,
Think about how I cry.
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