Dreams coincides reality if you believe
Yet diminished by what you conceive
Then burns you inside out
When all your soul wants to shout.
I think of her as much as I blink
Yet all it does is making my heart sink
But love floods my very being
It conquered all my self-esteem.
If you ask if she’s happy now
I can tell she is somehow
But with someone else’s presence
Thus her love for me is a withered essence.
Our memories kept me going after all
Smiling with tears as I recall
Our first dance and our first kiss
All living in my minds abyss.
Maybe its time to let go of my conviction
Maybe its time to stop my inquisition
Maybe those memories aren’t meant for me
Maybe i just need to let go and see.
How fast did she able to move on
When I’m suffering in pain in this oblivion
Am I just a pawn for her experience
Did she ever loved me out of conscience.
But its time for her to go
its time for these feelings to flow
After all in my very mind
We’re still together intertwined.
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