Hearts that beat but one day quieten down
Hands that hold then simply let go
Paths that meet then are swallowed by distance.
That’s our story. Your face no longer intrigues me. Your voice no longer comforts me. Your memories give no feeling. This is the fate you’ve written for yourself. Just let it go. Let it die. Leave our tale to be remembered in ambiguous words-perhaps we’d like to see it that way.
With this song I wrap up the good and the bad times with the faintest of smiles: not even a fraction of what it used to be!
That’s our story. Your face no longer intrigues me. Your voice no longer comforts me. Your memories give no feeling. This is the fate you’ve written for yourself. Just let it go. Let it die. Leave our tale to be remembered in ambiguous words-perhaps we’d like to see it that way.
With this song I wrap up the good and the bad times with the faintest of smiles: not even a fraction of what it used to be!
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