wandering into the cemetary where you buried your first love
making a wish on her grave to erase all the scars
left by her memory

spit on her spirit, shes alive in you
imperfect tears dance down your face
living a lie, you trip on the truth
she isnt real, your losing your faith

begging the skies to give her back to you
crying on her grave you want to die
now your left with nothing

spit on her spirit, shes alive in you
imperfect tears dance down your face
living a lie, you trip on the truth
she wasnt real, your losing your faith

silently dying on an unmarked grave you discover the truth
she wasnt real, she isnt real, she never was real
a picture half painted is left undone....
 
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