There are moments when your heart of stone,
seems a memory, when we are alone.
The times when we you dont pretend,
and we spend hours on the phone.
Then the time when i know my place,
when i am the beggar, you are a princess,
where all my roads come to an abrupt end,
and you forget my troubled face.
So i stand here waiting alone,
i know you wont come, you are long gone,
nothing lasts forever, it all comes to a tragic end,
for i stayed in our memories-you moved on.
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