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I used to believe and understand The sense that you no longer make Pardon me and no offense But I think you’ve had a psychic break I’ve seen the light slowly fading Dying in your once vibrant eyes Beginning from when you let go Into the maelstrom of lies I wish I’d listened when Mother said You’d bring me only grief and trouble I felt so connected with you then Upon our steaming heap of rubble We made a pact to live our dream United in a sacred vow But I knew as soon as you met him That things had changed somehow August 23, 2020