You don't know it's love until it's slipping away,
You try to reach for it but it's already too late,
Maybe it's meant to end maybe this is fate,
You wish there was some other way,
You feel like it's the end of May,
The rain sets in washing away your fate,
the only feeling you can't feel is hate,
Because you know it's your loss at the end of the day,
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