**SAD STORY**
It was Saturday at Sunday 2 pm Cafe
When we had our last day
We talked, ate, drunk, smiled
yet I was teary-eyed
Got to organize myself
I thought I needed a help
Afraid to share my feelings
Deep inside I am bleeding
How can I tell you
I'm feeling something blue
I don't want to let you know
For I might bother you
I wish my problems gone
So I can smile again
When all this is done
I know you'll still be my friend.
- original piece by: stefansecz
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