Memoir

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A piece of her died everytime she heard his name,
She is talking about the same guy who changed the game.

Its invisible, its a tiny little thread,
It keeps her tied to him
Neither alive nor dead.

Hasn’t kissed as much as cried,
Hasn’t loved as much as has lied,
Years have passed and darling everyday she has tried..

To bring back love, which isn’t the hardest they say,
little do they know
It’s the most impossible thing in a million ways.

If what’s lost can be found inside that little broken chamber,
Then why has she been looking for it it in every burnt ember.

A piece of her died everytime she heard his name,
He’s still the person she sees in every burning flame.

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