She
walks away
The
man just stares
Knowing
what he has done
Breaking
up the tearing soul
It
never come easy
When
memories keep flowing
In
the loneliness of time
The
good times never die
She
walks away
Learning
of his lies
What
is there to hold on for?
It
is better to feel sorry now
Breaking
up the tearing soul
The
air becomes hot and unfriendly
The
eyes of the hatred soul
It
is better to feel sorry now
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