The day I started living was the day we got married.
I've become your beacon of truth and your greatest secret
You've become my beacon of pride and the best of me yet.
How was I to know we are to out-love this game?
When all the passion we burned for all died with the flame?
We were too careless to rush into things too fast
We didn't even bother to know how long it will last
And now I dream of you in my waking state alike
Our make-believe world in my undetermined-restless psych
We were once real in a very tangible state
Now, for all that was, I am mourning too late.
I missed you.
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