Deja Vu

Honestly, I miss you sometimes Even if I try to pretend I'm not, I can't stop thinking of your scent I'm talking about you unconsciously even when I'm talking to other people Maybe I can't forget you? I just wander the streets an hour a day these days I just read a book an hour a day these days I watch deja vu everyday in my life I have deja vu everyday in your type This is not real This is not real This is not real I think I just really miss your all things Shall I bet my life on you once again? Will I be able to live without regret if I do so? Or is this just devil's trick? Weekends without you are like bands without bass Weekends without you are like art without dress I watch deja vu everyday in my life I have deja vu everyday in your type This is not real This is not real This is not real I think I just really miss your all things