I can't do this. I can't go on, the fight to make it work has gone,
The way we make each other feel,
The words that hurt, too deep to heal.
It isn't right, it cant be love.
No matter what the people say, if we can't be in the same room, if we can't find another way.
Then I don't know what we should do, I don't know how to break the vow.
The comforable silences we once knew, are endless chasms of nothing now.
We may make up and say we're sorry, but it's just until another day.. The love is there, but that's not enough, to get us through this sure decay.
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