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You cut through my days,
with memories of forever forgotten fairytales.
When I sink into a dreams,
you're always there to tell me what they mean.
Even when you aren't the person I expect you to be,
you may be proud I thought it was a ‘we’.
Still you're the knife that cuts through my days,
Still you're the narrator telling those forgotten fairytales...
Still...you're the one I'll never forget...
Still...you're the one I love and never regret...