We barely talk anymore
All that is left of us is less than little
We have thrown it all away
All we have now is the shaft
We are left with pictures
Left with only memories
They can't be relived
But they are so vivid from the images
No more smiles
Just long faces
And long spaces
All of that standing between us
I try to bare myself to you
But you wrap yourself all up
It's not something to be forced anyway
Neither is it a give and take game alone
There's alot more to it
But we've thrown it all to the vultures
so we are left with the memories
Just the memories
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