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I wanted to capture that lachrymose sorrow that comes from acknowledging failure in a relationship.
This is someone appealing to his lover that they can do no more to make things work out and suggesting that their futures lie with new partners.
You could be the enemy,
You could be on my side,
I have become too blind to see,
So I - I run away and hide,
Just remember that we have,
tried all we can,
Is that a four-leaf clover in the, palm of your hand?
Well it won't bring us luck when they can't feel our pulse anymore,
When we have been broken apart, by this uncivil war.
You said you'd always love me,
Somehow I doubt what you say,
'Cos after these hostilities I believe that, we will go our own separate ways.
Chorus (with cried instead of tried).
You see we were a trial run,
Never meant to last for very long,
We'll find real love in years to come,
And realize where we went wrong.
Chorus twice (tried/cried) + extra two lines:
When we have been stabbed through the heart,
and fallen to the floor,
Please don't take me back to teh start,
I can't take anymore.