You loved me
You left me
I knew I grew up too soon
I suppose change is as good as a rest
Oncemore talking to myself in an empty room
You take after me, but I'm like you
And those three words
Never seemed to ring true
With your fancy job in Manchester
You make me regret
All the promises I should never have kept
Unfortunately, decisions have been made
A fine pair you'll make
and on this sorry December day
I see you...
They lead the way
Those brilliant eyes in you
Your every way is scenic
Like fresh wind on a cloudless day
Everything resonates in the way you dress
and poets eat from your soft hands
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