My fists are clenched as I pass by the bench
Where you’ve kissed me for the very first time
Bathing in nostalgia shouldn’t be a crime
Not yet a tale of woe, my heart was still full of hope
How should I have known that love is a slippery slope?
And I’ve licked your lies from your sugary lips
Flowers were blooming on that sunny day
Now the trees are barren, the sky is gray
The wind still whispers your bittersweet lies
Whenever I look up to see blue skies
A bittersweet aftertaste of broken promises on my furry tongue
Today my feelings live for everyone to see
When will I ever be free from this memor
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