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you were the magic in every bite
the reason and rhyme in each of our fights
nobody there, except only you
up at the forefront in every view

my love, you would never've been allowed
if i knew then what i know right now
i, in my bed, trembling with hurt
dashing through dreams in your favorite shirt

racked with the pain you caused when you left
clawing the way to my heart through my chest
praying to God for the first time in ages
while emotions run high and tears spill in rages

you said you'd protect me each time there was danger
but all you've become is a cold-hearted stranger
your eyes have gone dead, your hands have turned old
from gorgeous to ugly when the story's all told

your voice is now the shriek of the dead
ghosts of the memories that still haunt my head
i'll lie back in bed and try my hardest to sleep
though my pain runs rivers deep

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