Dripping off my face,
these memories of how your love
slowly fades away.
I get choked up trying to say your name.
If only I could change your mind,
would things still be this way?
I cry not because of what you did,
but because of how things have changed.
That nightly I am without you and
in my arms, you don't remain.
I cry for you, not because of you.










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