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[ithurtslikepain]

When routine bites hard
and ambitions are low
And resentment rides high
but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways,
taking different roads

Why is this bedroom so cold?
Turned away on your side.
Is my timing that flawed,
our respect runs so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
That we've kept through our lives

Do you cry out in your sleep?
All my feelings exposed.
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Is it something so good
Just can't function no more?

Love, love will tear us apart again.