And so I've heard that love doesn't have to hurt but what is left when love leaves you? It's called heartache. Another one is bound to come around but comparison are easily done once you've tasted perfection. Guess you can't hold on to water, a love which was slipping through my fingers. It fills you up but never stay, only good for wash-away. I've been sitting on the shore all day, waiting on the tide to come...I've tried not to look back but it still hurt with every heartbeat, left with broken bottles, dancing on my own in the darkness. It's nice to know that you were there. Thanks for making me feel that love was once there and making me feel like I was the only one. I watch myself as I fall with every step I take. We could keep trying but things will never change still I'm dying with every step I take.
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