The Hardest Part by Hayden
She was flying circles above her room at night
While you slept in the bed below, thinking things were alright
She was in Alaska, or on the Hudson Line
One a beach in Mexico, you farthest form her mind
The hardest part of life is love that goes away
When one is left there wondering how to make it stay
What is there to tell you, apart from hopeful lies
Just open up the window wide and watch her as she flies
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