The past

I'm getting cold,
I couldn't hold.

I was to weak,
To seek.

The one thing that's ours,
Going by are the hours.

I thought I could relay,
On this single thing,
But you trew away the ring,
And the sky turns grey.

When nighttime falls,
Pain calls.

'cause the night belongs to lovers,
It's she and me who suffers.

Because it used to be
Only you and me.

You're already gone,
Not moved on.

But it's no good to be caught in the past,
Sometimes it just isn't meant to last...

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