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Autumn outside her window, rain inside her broken heart.
Shadows casted on the floor, of two lovers destined to fall apart.
Walls bleed inside her mind, the kind not built to fall...
But the only thing she knows is failure...  she knows not of happiness.
Not of love, just this war.
 
The war they had been fighting, the kind that nobody wins..
She just wants to desert and move on... and leave him.
But his voice is like a magnet.. and his warmth is like a song..
And she'd have given her life to have him with her.. beside her, but he's gone.
 
Long gone.. and she did this too herself.  
And now she walks down hallways smashing pictures off the shelves.
She wants to feel his winter... the coldness of his soul.
She is the reason it's there anyway, all the hurt, all the pain, has left a gigantic hole.
 
Its too late to run this time, and there is no where to turn.
You'd think that after all the time they had, she would have learned?.
But his voice is like a magnet and his warmth is like a song,
And she will give her life before she'll admit that this is wrong.
 
Too wrong to feel his touch, because it no longer belongs to her.
And she notices the emptiness and still prefers to feel the hurt.
She would rather cry silently beneath him as he moans.
Than have him disappear for good and leave her, lost, broken and alone.  
 
She wonders if he noticed, if he felt her tears?
And if he hurts as much as she does after five fucking years?
She can't help this emotion. she can't help but be blue.
She can't erase the past, his memory or keep herself from loving him.
From loving you...
 
You, the only real love she has ever known.
And too afraid to show it cause she was just a clone.
What she thought was right. was never how she felt.
And now she walks down hallways smashing pictures off the shelves.
 
Please let her feel your winter... its the only thing she knows
You read this, you get mad, isn't that how the story goes?
Your voice is like a magnet, and your warmth is like a song.
And all she prays for at night is that you, only you.. would play along
Written by ALLforJADE22 (sad.beautiful.tragic)
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