I can not speak these words of love to you,
Or leave a breadcrumb trail,
As I know for sure my heart's in two,
As sure as Love must fail.
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Did you not see the tears,
that ran down my cheak,
ran off my chin,
And onto my old sweater.
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There’s always one apple left in the dainty fruit bowl
That is never eaten,
Yet never grows old.
Its skin is varnished like a crystal or glass.
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Nothings the same anymore
Your different now
Did you change because i made you
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