What's Left Of Love
Too many nights, too many times
I've woke in sweat and had to find
a way to push you out again,
and pray once more that this will end.
That from my heart you'll finally leave
and not come back into my dreams.
For I am old enough to know
the years have made our love run cold.
And I am wise enough to see…
I only love your memory.
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