I never believed in black magic until I witnessed this illusion
That you were deeply rooted, in-locked in the eyes of another
Even as I urgently stood right in front of you ......
Time has never been very good to me
Because I always fall back trying to recalculate my words
And the way they fell from my mouth to you .....
I promise, that my capabilities of hurting you have wilted away
And the room in my heart is more vacant than ever
Because even after all this time, I have never loved another quite like you.
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