Bad Goodbye
We tried to tie the time,
But now I find that I’m
A drifter down a road of make-believe.
We tried so hard to care,
But still we didn’t share
Our secrets for the other to receive.
And now our future’s past,
For flowers never last,
They bloom, and then they wither in a year.
For flowers are not real
They bloom and then they peel
Their petals to the ground and disappear.
I think we played too free,
I think we tried to be
The hero and the queen upon the stage,
But now the curtain’s down,
And you can pawn your crown,
Too late for love, we learned to act our age.
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