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And if this is where the story ends, then this is where the story begins,
But I just can’t seem to turn the final page.
I'm Lingering on the last word that lost it’s meaning years ago
And is now nothing more than a zephyr moving past my lips.
I know how this old cliché ends. I could have told you on page one.
Yet I still hope that the author put a twist on the ending
Or didn’t write an ending at all
Because the truth will kill my dreams, and my dreams are what feed my soul
And to know that the tale is forever gone
Is almost as bad as knowing I once had it and willingly gave it up.
But I just can’t seem to turn the final page.
I'm Lingering on the last word that lost it’s meaning years ago
And is now nothing more than a zephyr moving past my lips.
I know how this old cliché ends. I could have told you on page one.
Yet I still hope that the author put a twist on the ending
Or didn’t write an ending at all
Because the truth will kill my dreams, and my dreams are what feed my soul
And to know that the tale is forever gone
Is almost as bad as knowing I once had it and willingly gave it up.