The furthest I get from you
The more I start to see
It's a game I have fought
Your love won't fracture me
Garden of Aphrodite get dark
Why try convince ourselves that we
Could ever rekindle the spark
And the inevitable were too real
Can't escape how it make me feel
Dying there alongside you
My heart found wings to fly
Wanting it more and more
Better to turn away than try
Weaker and weaker love gets
Rhythms slow down or digress
And there's no amount of time
Which heals the wounds to find
A love
Whose wind has gone away
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