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I hear all their stories, how it will get better

I have doubt and believe those are all lies

I have held out for so long already

It always ends the same, the love I long for dies



I hoped that this one would be my find

He was so different, one of a kind

But it always ends the same

The love dies just as the flames



I do not want to move on

I am tired of holding on and staying strong

All I want is to be in his arms

The only place safe from any harm



I always forget that he will never be mine

No, not even in the end of time

He has dreams too, which do not include me

So we will never even get a chance unfortunately



I no longer care for their encourangement or motivation

All it causes me is aggrivation

It is sad how every love is the same

Dying so bittersweetly like the flames