It's Not The Same Anymore. Now We Live In Memories And Feed On Happiness Of The Past. Now We Live On Promises We Made And Are Still To Be Fulfilled.It's Like Our Love Bubble Has Holes.
It's Not The Same Anymore, I Think I Must Have Vomitted The Butterflies That Filled My Stomach At Your Sight.
My Skin Must've Gone Numb: It's Past Tense Freezing At Your Touch.
My Ears Must've Gone Deaf: I No Longer Get Memory Loss From The Sound Of Your Voice.
I Must've Been Worn Out: My Knees No Longer Get Weak When I Smell Your Odour, Nor Do I Sweat When I'm Showered With Your Presence.
I Must Now Be Scared Of Death: I No More Skip A Heartbeat At The Touch Of Your Talking Tools.
I Do Want To Let You Go But I Don't Want You Living In My Past. I Can't Seem To Let You Go, I Can't Seem To Pull You Close... I Guess It's True When You Say I'm Indecisive.
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