A day comes, a day goes.
what you were what you are,
the one I knew and the one I know
we are so close, but still so far
To think of you now may be a sin
before this, the thought of you made me win
What did I do, where did I go wrong
Now it's so, that nowhere I belong.
This may be it, this may be the end
It may not work again,
how much ever you may bend.
Alas, I may say that it is done.
And now you have proved me wrong
Wrong about the thought,
that you were the one.
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