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Those leaves are falling, like my lovely memories about you.
And those tears are not gonna convince me, about loving you again.
Now, you're gonna sit in your room alone cutting your hands like the old times.
But the old times has passed, and those cuts are just hurting you.
You trying again, and again, but its just doesn't feels the same way, and its never gonna be.
Because the old times has passed, like my lovely memories about you.
Those leaves are falling, like my lovely memories about you.
And those tears are not gonna convince me, about loving you again.
Now, you're gonna sit in your room alone cutting your hands like the old times.
But the old times has passed, and those cuts are just hurting you.
You trying again, and again, but its just doesn't feels the same way, and its never gonna be.
Because the old times has passed, like my lovely memories about you.
