What have I done, to be lost in your eyes again?
Everywhere I look, I see no end.
Now tell me a story about your long, lost love.
Everything and all that romantic stuff.
She looks a lot like me,
So how did you set her free?
In a story, it could end happily or sad.
Weren't these the big dreams that you had?
Now I watch you walk away with tears down your face.
I bet she asked you for some space.
Didn't you say those words to me, many years ago?
I can't say I am sorry, because that's the way the story goes.
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