Sunday, April 14, 2013

Well i guess it ends like this.
All the times i dreamed it would live,
but i died the first time you called her love.

Well i guess it ends like this.
You had too much much pride to hold on, 
and i refused to let go.

Well it ends like this. 
Because now i have been replaced,
and i am left to pick up my broken spirit. 

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