So it’s the end of the line, I guess our luck is up
Past the acres that we trod I guess you’ve had enough
I couldn’t bring myself to beg you so I took another puff
And the smoke rose through my fingers along with my beloved
The words came tumbling out as if god himself had spoke
Dragged through with each rise and fall, with each and every blow
You sat there with conviction and with steady steel you said
Yesterday we were lovers, but today our love is dead
Sat fumbling with the tissues, through my gritted teeth
Tore the eyes from the window that masked my bridled grief
Leave no trace I asked, as you turned from white to grey
Yesterday we were lovers, but today you’re just another face
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