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State of Fate
Through the faded door of never mind. Couldn't find the button to rewind. A lost cause that was left behind. Two stars that just never aligned. The what if's stayed where no one looked. One little taste and then you're hooked. The pot was boiling but nothing cooked. Turn off the burner, room's been rebooked. You walk the aisles browsing the styles. And then check out as love beguiles. Succumbing from her gentle wiles. As you wonder if love reconciles. The past caught up too late to matter. There's no one left pitching the batter. The game's been canceled on account of chatter. The rules only count for the mad hatter. I'm going home where no one lives. I do what I want, no one forgives. As the meaning wanes with derivatives'. When the walls and the ceiling leak like sieves. The past is still calling, the present is stalling. Tomorrow's creeping, but barely crawling. Till love come's again to find you falling. And chances of hope don't end up appalling.
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