In drunken dreams, in love
In times of desperation
And aching gaps of existence
Former love, we say
But who are we kidding?
We long for you evermore
The present lies soaked in the past
It was so full of dreams of the future
One tires of love and friendship
One tires of all those meaningful meaningless words
One really does tire of looking at that door ajar
I guess we shall never love again
I want to tell you I told you so
I hate you for losing your bet
I trample, I tread, I slaughter
And promises, they are meant to be broken
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