Standing on the aisle, with my arms stretched
I swear I can slowly feel her breath
She who must not be named
For the shivers can't handle her fame.

The albatross flew away, To a land unknown
Thats when he realised he's not alone
Realisation swayed his fantasies
But are they enough to quash her memories.

Alone she came, lonely she'll go
Wished a guy she no more knows
Was it hatred, was it envy
Cause true love doesn't happen to many.

It's all part of life, move past
For life and memories are both meant to last
Perhaps for her it's not so grim
Cause it's all she expected from him.

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