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So many times I've heard that fucking phrase

Everytime is just like the first, I'm lost and dazed

My mind wonders, lost and alone

Why has my true love gone?



When I think of how happy I was with you

I wonder why you and I are through

I go through old memories from long ago

And I think about what it takes to let go



I look at your picture and it reminds me

I have you hand to no longer leading

I look in your eyes from far away

Crying all my fears away.



What is the use to even go on

When love as I knew it, is gone