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It's going to hurt

No matter what you do

And it's going to sting

Because it meant everything to you

But it didn't mean everything to them

So where there once was love

Now there is only pain

And what once was happiness

Is now nothing but a stain

A piece of the past

That should've been more

More than a fault

More than a fail

More than some attempt

It should've been more

And it wasn't for lack of trying

We saw something we wanted

And we reached for it

We tried to claim it as ours

Something was wasn't meant

To do more than slip through our fingers

Even though we tried

To hold it close to our chests

We weren't supposed to touch it

In the first place

So now we're here

In the dark and cold

Alone and waiting

For someone who cares to come along

To pick us back up

To see our demons and make them breakfast too

We wait for someone who might not exist

Or maybe they do

And we just lost hope

One too many times

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