Car is parked,
Bags are packed,
But what kind of heart doesn't look back?
At the comfortablr glow from the porch,
The one I will still call yours?
All those words came undone
And now I'm the only one
Facing the ghosts that decide
If the fire still burns.
Bags are packed,
But what kind of heart doesn't look back?
At the comfortablr glow from the porch,
The one I will still call yours?
All those words came undone
And now I'm the only one
Facing the ghosts that decide
If the fire still burns.
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