She gets her things together, puts them by the door.
She says, "There's no love here anymore."
I'll never be the same if she walks out,
but she's almost a memory now.

Wish I could turn her heart around.
I feel so alone and she's not even gone,
but she's almost a memory now.

She hasn't even left, but I know she's gone.
She never even said where we went wrong.
One thing that I know without a doubt,
she almost a memory now.

I feel so alone and she's not even gone.
But she's almost a memory now.

Wish I could turn her heart around.
I feel so alone, and she's not even gone.
But she's almost a memory now.
She's almost, she's almost,
she's almost a memory.
Wish I could turn her heart around.

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