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This life ain't what it used to be,

love ain't what it used to mean,

took years alone to find some clarity,

and who i really need to be,

the ground gave out underneath my feet,

i gave into darkness, gave into defeat,

then slowly as i fell all that i knew came unglued,

all that i felt was love was all untrue,

yet i still want her to know she has a home in me,

if only she returned and felt the same for me,

i was sure livin my love life with her dangerously,

not once did i tell her who she made me wanna be,

if ever she opened her eyes,

she'd learn all of those lies,

were just dust in her eyes,

and she's now to blame forr her loneliest of nights.