This highlight reel I have saved in my head,
Of the fires that burnt bright, now lay dormant and dead,
The happiness, the beauty I chose not to waste,
Yet all of it gone, vanished without a trace.
Where did it go and why did they leave,
Absence is something I choose not to grieve,
It was something so beautiful but it was just for that time,
Promises change, what an unfortunate crime.
So I’ll dress you up pretty and put a smile on that face,
And cherish that image for the rest of my days,
Never had the need to find solace at the end of a bar,
Never settling for anything that’s below sub-par.
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