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Your words are always left unsaid.
I'm spending my night with the undead.
We're falling, crashing, burning.
Your touch I'm no longer yearning.
We turn over a leaf, life goes on.
Of a new lover, we become fond.
Soon we will all forget.
No longer having that one regret.
What if I never met you?
Would I still want to?
I don't know if there's a right or wrong.
I do know it's just best to move on.