A cold feeling, in the air like shame,
Couldn't even bother to remember my name
A love that started warm, like spring
Turned to late October, and bitter things
No matter the pieces that were meant to stay
We couldn't go back like paper-mache
The months were full of cuts and splinters
We battled temptation through the winter,
Then the sun came out to play,
Dried up under pressure, was our love paper-mache
Things remain unsaid and unseen
Closing out the details as the world careens,
Neither could dry the other's tears
In each other unleashed our worst fears
Forming what we desired, trying to make it stay
But they never did fit
We are made of paper-mache

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