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I wish I were who I ought to be,

I could say the same of others.

What started as acquaintances,

grew to friends, confidents and lovers.

But dawn goes down to grey, so sunlight sank that day.

The music died, my hearts blood cried,

I was left alone.

Two outta three ain't bad

But when that's gone it only leaves you sad.

3 months, 3 words,

A girl's a long time dead

Back you could come, and home to you I'd run

Your lies they filled my head.

Rumours I rejected, my very heart defected

Things were changed, re-arranged, shook up and re-directed.

Old habits then die hard,

My trust, my love, was marred.

I supposed "Loves Requiem",

Us, together, united - against them.

Yet still you lie, more and more I could cry.

But what now can I do?

I have to trust, to try, have to love and lose and cry.

There's nothing else to do, in the end I can only be me

Na Maitreas to you