Suddenly the day you loose me isn’t the saddest,
But the day you talk to me is,
It isn’t a fairytale anymore,
It’s become the worst nightmare,
Was it love that made me torture myself,
My hands are tied behind my pain,
A simple kismet sealed w/ love,
And a kiss by which to reminisce,
With the problem perceived by God’s eyes alone,
An eternity of forgiveness,
Brought back as an eternity of hate,
Abundant love gone up in a wisp of smoke,
I feel the breeze of change blow through my hair…

 
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