There'd be her version, there'd be his version. But the truth will be somewhere in between the two.
The cup got empty, there was nothing to give
He didn't see it or rather chose not to
Time, as it passed, watched her grieve
She no longer had the man she could run to
The bond began breaking, her glory derided
She had to lose him to find her spark again
The end was inevitable, she bled, he bled
They had to part ways to let go of the pain
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