I'm in love with what might have been
In love with my expectations of us
What I thought is not
Will it live or rot
Is it real or is it sin
Time to look within
I prayed you would carry my pain
You nailed it to the floor
I can't lift the weight any more
Look down on me if you must
Because this is my fairytale of
Lust and angel dust
Serve what we deserve
I got yours in reserve
Respect or suspect
Either way baby the trust will rust
I'm in love with what might have been
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