I end it all,
Yet it never truly ends,
Love, a paradox that transcends.
I end it all,
Yet it never truly ends,
How strange is love's cadence, it bends.
She betrays, this truth I hold,
She betrays, this truth I hold,
Yet still, my heart, to her, is sold.
I end it all,
Yet it never truly ends,
Love, a paradox that transcends.
He betrays, this truth I know,
He betrays, this truth I know,
Yet still, my heart, to him, does flow.
I end it all,
Yet it never truly ends,
Love, a paradox that transcends.
When I believe I've let her go,
Memories creep in, soft and low.
For days, I'm silent, locked in grief,
Then whispers rise, beyond belief.
When I believe I'm far away,
My dreams to her, they softly stray.
How can I speak this restless plight?
The sleepless night, a painful fight.
The ache intensifies, but wounds won't bleed,
How strange is love's perplexing creed!
The ache intensifies, but wounds won't bleed,
How strange is love's perplexing creed!
When I believe I won't speak her name,
My heart writes tales, a burning flame.
Each moment, betrayed by her facade,
I'm still her captive, love-mad, flawed.
When I believe I won't meet again,
My heart desires her, again, again.
If chance leads me near her door,
A broken vow, is all I implore.
The sting is there, but scars won't appear,
How strange is love, so very near!
She betrays, this truth I know,
She betrays, this truth I know,
Yet still, my heart, to him, does flow.
I end it all,
Yet it never truly ends,
Love, a paradox that transcends.
She betrays, this truth I hold,
She betrays, this truth I hold,
Yet still, my heart, to her, is sold.
I end it all,
Yet it never truly ends,
How strange is love's cadence, it transcends.
How strange is love's cadence, it bends.
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