Valentine
I’ve seen you here, before tonight
With your desperation lips painted bright
The dress you wore, like discontent
In fading shades of youthful passions spent
Our lives like records that we played
Spinning, warped, scratched, beginning to fade
Your perfume shade, abandonment
And the charm around your neck engraved with it
The broken shoes, in your hand
(from) Walking aimlessly for years, before you ran out of time
My Valentine
Our lives like records that we played
Spinning, warped, scratched, beginning to fade
Where have you gone, my valentine?
When you once so tightly held your hand in mine
Where have you been, with your pain familiar
I see you every day, in my own mirror.
Valentine, my valentine
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