Romance
Somehow I can feel his pain, I am him.Somehow I know what he did, I did it too.
Somehow I know what he thinks, I think it too.
Somehow I know everything he's going to say, I say it too.
Somehow this dream is actually a reality.
Somehow this nightmare is a fantasy.
Somehow he dies and I die too, I am his death.
Somehow my failing makes sense, I am failing him.
Life is my failing, my love is dieing and so am I.
Love don't leave me for no happiness shall come.
Without your gentle touch I shall die.
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