Scary antiques; crimson tradings
Naivity of grounds; worries more than me
Digging up, memories of a lone heart;
I would have known; realisation
How I missed it all; my problem
I was too insecure; to accept facts...
The stars, have gone into hiding;
And the moon, well forgot its role in nights
Innocent souls got scared; they gave up
Along the way; less than themselves
How I wish they had known it-
We were so close to winning the race...
Sitting up all night; giving souls hope
Though despair shines, its way over...
It ain't like he didn't see or know;
He just made choices: real bad ones
But well: I guess he left too early...
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