The Last Mix

This is probably the last mix I will make for you, my love. And so it is only appropriate that this is that mix.

I love you. I have since the day I met you, and that has never changed, no matter how badly I’ve shown it, or how little you’ve believed it.

Be happy, my love.

Be happy.

When routine bites hard and ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high but emotions won’t grow
And we’re changing our ways, taking different roads

Then love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again

Why is the bedroom so cold turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed, our respect run so dry?
Yet there’s still this appeal that we’ve kept through our lives

And love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again

Do you cry out in your sleep, all my failings exposed?
Get a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold
Is it something so good just can’t function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again

Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again

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