I don't believe
I ever really knew
what you meant to me,
what I meant to you.
I don't believe
I ever understood
that you could leave, or
that you would.
And the memories
are singing in my mind.
Arias and lullabies.
Songs of hope.
Songs of lies.
I lost you
in a sad song
without tears.
I don't believe
in dreams come true,
but I hold on, because
I believe in you.
And the memories
are singing in my mind.
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