Chains drape like curtains from the ceiling
Tougher than steel nails
Cardboard boxes on paper trails
Fill full the shelving with you
Inside every photograph, your face
Mountains bow before your love
Yet broken trust is torn among the loss
I did it all, the past is set
It cannot change which I regret
I broke her heart, went back to start
Without the chance to change the past
But given wish to mend her heart.
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