The Way You Remembered
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It's strange that you're not who you used to be
It hurts to feel your touch again
I shudder in my discomfort
As your love violates something inside of me.
I do not cry for your misfortune
I do not cry for mine
All I know, is life has stolen
Everything I hold dear
And even the love I thought would never end
Has somehow flatered
And left me to journey on;
Empty and alone.

It's strange that I'm not who I used to be
Holding the world to higher standards than myself
A controlled rebellion
That missed the exit sign
One too many times to count.

Dazed and mangled in a room full of smoke
Lights flicker and go out
There you aren't, again.

It's strange that we're not who we used to be
A strong-willed man and a lonely dreamer
Now a broken down soul and a desolate heartache
Trying to keep going without a goal
Except to make it to tomorrow
It's hard when you can't see the horizon
But it's harder to long for that horizon
When you know that it will never, ever be
That way you remembered
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