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September 16th, 2004

When love dies
So will I
Because without that feel
I am not real

Love is built on time
Yet destroied by a dime
Because you dont feel
Because then you're not real

When love dies
That is my final good-byes
There is no more
And remember you once loved a whore

You'll be the first to know
Because I'll no longer show
I'll no longer cry
Because just like love, I had to die