I've promised to call you soon.
I've spoken about how much I'm going to miss you.
Though it's all a farce,
Never mind, if it comforts you.
You talk of how our love will survive the miles.
Our love was dead long ago baby.
We were just feeding on the ashes.
I'm no longer who I was ten years ago.
And you're still you. So that makes us strangers.
Can't help it if it hurts you,
But I'm going away honey.
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