All the photographs are peeling
and colors turn to gray, he stayed
in his room with memories for days, he faced
an undertow of future's laid to waste, embraced
by the loss of one he could not replace
and there's no reason that she'd passed
and there is no god with a plan, it's sad
and his loneliness is proof, it's sad
he could only love you, it's sad
the door swings through a passing fable
a fate we may delay, we say
holding on, live within our embrace
he lit a match, he laid in bed
hoping their dreams will bring her back, it's sad
and his loneliness is cruel, it's sad
he could only love you, it's sad
holding his last breath, believing
he'll make his way
if she's not forgotten
he's haunted
he's searching for escape
if just one wish could bring her back, it's sent
and his loneliness is proof, it's sad
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