We have a unique love,
Untouched, uninhibited,
And unfulfilled,
I have returned now, for final moments,
When we've the debris of four wasted years,
We're still living in the past,
Though we're here now, we meet in the memories
Of stolen kisses, those painful near misses,
I should see
That what's broken can't be mended,
What's weak can't be defended,
I should see,
That we are fighting a losing war,
That we just don't fit together any more
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