As I was stumbling into bed
I found a letter under my head
On the paper the letter said
All good things must someday end
And at the bottom near a stain
You had scribbled down your name
Under Love and the word forever
I know these words better as "Never"
And given the circumstances
Given all of my chances
I understand why things end
Someone tries
The other tries to forget
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