Turning the pages from yesterday,
Bitter sweet and caught in a web,
Between the lines, patience I’d lost,
Breaking the habit demands for a change of season.
Broken wings brought me down,
I crashed and burned like an enemy,
In the end all that remains,
A name to be remembered erased or replaced.
Driven through the ruins,
This is the end of line for the gates of tomorrow,
This is our farewell, nothing else matters.
Nice to know You – Goodbye.
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