Oh, what a valiant roar, what a bland goodbye
The coward claimed he was a lion
I'm combing through the braids of lies
"I'll never leave," "never mind"
Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire
Your arson's match, your somber eyes
And I'll still see it, until I die
You're the loss of my life
— Jan 25, 2025 07:53PM
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