Every story has an end and ours is just the same, we can't run away. Where's the glory? I'm holding on to something we can't save. There's a distance between the things you say, and what you do. Let's just tell the truth. The resistance, pretending that our love is bullet proof. When it's over, say it's over. You pull me in to shut me out, that's no way to say you need me. You lift me up and let me down, apologize and say you love me. Need more than three words to take us backward. It's almost like I'm trying to find another way to say it's over, to say that it's over. You remember mystery and how it used to be? Is that just me? The feeling lingers but never long enough to make me believe that it's not over - It's really over! Every story has an end and ours is just the same ..

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