Everything was so perfect. Too perfect too last.
It never fails: gain, then lose it. Gain, lose again.
Think I'm holding a grudge? Wish I could, but I can't.
Is it the wall? I can't see it, but I can feel it right there between us.
I hardly know you anymore.
I'm sorry but you ought to know this.
Once broken, it can be fixed but, there will always be cracks.
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