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No love for my love. No glance to steal
No thrill from my touch
It kills me to feel the ghost of what we once embraced
There's no tell in your face, although I can tell
There's no talk on your lips, just the taste of his
And the gall it took to boast while you burned our bridges down
I know how all of this goes before the words come tumbling out
I've felt the pain that you gave in spades but I'll go to the end of the earth if it means I end up with you
I'll cross the distance you aim to create
No love from your love. No kiss and tell
No ****s to give, love
Just one last farewell in the form of a fragile poem
That promptly turns to dust
I know how all of this goes before the words come tumbling out
I've felt the pain that you give in spades but I'll go to the end of the earth if it means I end up with you
I'll cross the distance you aim to create framed as last goodbyes
Twenty four seven I hate my love for you
I know how all of this goes before the words come tumbling out
I've felt the pain that you give in spades but I'll go to the end of the world if it means I end up with you
I'll cross the distance you aim to create framed as a last goodbye
