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Remember those endless summer days we spent rolling in the sand? What happened to them? When did the leaves fall from the trees and the wedding bouquet blow away? Now the rooms are empty of furniture and the mild nights have turned to a hard morning frost that coats the roads and sends sober drivers into trees.

I hate what we have become. I miss the blissful days of our honeymoon and the belief that no love could ever end. Our distance now is greater than anything the Earth could put between us, yet I still love you, even if you don't love me.

I swore to myself I would never fall into the trap of unrequited love, or even love at all. But you lead me astray and made me want to believe in something more than loneliness.

And now, now I've become delicate blades of grass trapped under the frost on your heart. I'm waiting for the sun to melt it and set me free, but it will never come because I was the Sun.

I was your Sun but you knocked me out of the centre of your universe because your scientists told you that you're a black hole so you thought you'd set me free instead.

Does this look like freedom to you? What the hell is wrong with the spell that you're under? Did you think that masochism would set me free?

You're not soulless. You're not soulless.

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Remember those endless summer days we spent rolling in the sand? What happened to them? When did the leaves fall from the trees and the wedding bouquet blow away? Now the rooms are empty of furniture and the mild nights have turned to a hard morning frost that coats the roads and sends sober drivers into trees.

I hate what we have become. I miss the blissful days of our honeymoon and the belief that no love could ever end. Our distance now is greater than anything the Earth could put between us, yet I still love you, even if you don't love me.

I swore to myself I would never fall into the trap of unrequited love, or even love at all. But you lead me astray and made me want to believe in something more than loneliness.

And now, now I've become delicate blades of grass trapped under the frost on your heart. I'm waiting for the sun to melt it and set me free, but it will never come because I was the Sun.

I was your Sun but you knocked me out of the centre of your universe because your scientists told you that you're a black hole so you thought you'd set me free instead.

Does this look like freedom to you? What the hell is wrong with the spell that you're under? Did you think that masochism would set me free?

You're not soulless. You're not soulless.