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I Can Never Love You, Again
I can picture you now, laying in bed;
Dreaming of me, while I dream of you.
In your arms, I wish to lie;
Instead I am alone,
In my head.
Left to think of you, as deceased;
The bed you lie in, made of thorns;
That I placed beneath you.
In pain and agony, you bleed.
I laugh inbetween tears.
In the face of death, I dance.
Mourning over, what you used to be;
Knowing,
I can never love you, again.
You have changed,
I now understand.
