You won't believe me, when I say you've already left me. I can see it in your eyes, that dying, desperate gaze. You arn't here anymore. You're gone. I know love is blind, but then why can i see the end? You're already out the door, you've already moved on. Why can't you see, that it's just time to go. Maybe i'll find my way home, and maybe i'll be all alone. Maybe you'll forget about us, and the dreams, and the fervor, the fire and the lust. Maybe'll i'll fill this empty void, or maybe i'll always be in complete. Maybe you'll find love. You're gone.
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