If someone can do something for me that I do for you

Every night i´ve met you outside when you come with a broken heart
Every time i´ve hold your hand when you cry
And when I lay here, nearly gone in all my darkness
You can´t see me
I know that i might say something
But you know that isn´t me
If you wake up one day and Im gone
would it really mather?

Det finns inga ord för att vi andas, tänker, känner samma sak

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