…and you call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel, in the name of being honest. I’m a crumpled-up piece of paper lying here cause I remember it all too well.
Cause there we are again when I loved you so, back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known. It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well.
Wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all. Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all. It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well.
They say all’s well that ends well, but I’m in a new hell. Every time you double-crossed my mind, you said if we had been closer in age, maybe it would’ve been fine…and that made me want to die. The idea you had of me, who was she?
Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it. I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it.
I’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight and did the twin flame bruise paint you blue? Just between us, did the love affair maim you too?
Sacred prayer, I was there, I was there…It was rare, you remember it, all too well…
If you ever wanted to get in my head, this short film will take you there. For better or for worse.
Le sigh.
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