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when the morning came, I was cleaning your scents
of my mind, because we lost track of time.
I remember laughing while leaning on your back, 
but then I thought you are my closest friend.
why are you being rude, you ask? 
because I wreck everytime you don't care if I move past, that's why.
I don't see you everyday, but I will always choose you.
And I am waiting to dance with you on the streets while it rains.
With my grail, I look at the sky, that reeking memory it was.

The red on my shirt was like the blush of my cheeks.
And your rosé splashed on me, with a spell of the antiques.
it was you, it was always you, and they all saw it, all.
I needed you to mark me yours, this fall.
So the rush between us, while I casually flirt
the knots you cause, when you assert.
my lips melt when you call me friend
I don't want to be that, that is how we end!
So I scrub the rust between us, and see that reeking memory it was

I think I lost my sight again; sobbing in my head, smile on my face
this shit had to end somehow,
I cannot see me go down this dark, anyhow
you are coming back to me, when I am throwing us apart
"but like you and I are more, like I know you more", you say, and I break.
I wake up with your memory all over me, I need to stop dreaming, I see
I am waiting for a dream to come true, and hurting people while I do, 
I couldn't save it, but then why am I still waiting. 
So, I decide to create distance, as I saw that this is only a reeking memory

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