You left a burning imprint on the back of my mind.
Your words repeat in my head with every song I hear.
I have the feeling that you'll haunt me forever.
Wanting the grip to cut me loose
And leave me be because I know you're gone.
Now it’s too little too late
For all the words that I could say
That really wouldn't make any change.
From here to there in days,
To hear that your feelings had changed.
My feet sank further into the ground
And like a tree, those roots dug deep.
Now I’m set in stone while I know you roam free.
Nothing’s the same…
Apart from the feeling of wanting you here
To turn things around when the smiles turned to tears.
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