You have said, that it has to be

Our future is no longer we.

There's always you, but without me.

I cling to our memories of what went before

Before you said we were no more,

With your suitcase in hand, you slammed the door.

It seems strange, yet clear to me, I'm

Unhappy being this carefree,

I want a second chance at being we.

I cling to our memories of what wen...

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