The stories, the drama, it's all been done before
Why should I even get exited anymore
As a crumble, as I fall
I think about you not at all
I have forgotten your hair
The earrings you wear
Your soft and loving gaze
The way you moved with grace
Your voice, your sweet embrace, your gorgeous eyes
The pain on your face as we said our goodbyes
The tattoo on your chest
And all of the rest
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