Although, you have decline
Although, you aren't mine
I must move on, tell myself "its fine"
There is a limit to all, even love
I must draw the line
I must confess that the fact that I loved you
Always had me on cloud number nine
With every dawn
Came a light and with it hope was born
But this dusk, the same hope bruised and torn
With pain I move on
Today let me be your dream
Because the next day I will be gone
Hiding, shying away from any hint of you
The crest fallen love lorn
I have but this thing to do
Before I take my adieu
Is thank you, for letting me love you
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