Moving On
Is it so much that i contemplate
was it a turn of twisted fate
thats leading me to draw my own conclusion...
the same result stares back at me
defining whats insanity
as I try to tare away from this illusion...
before the night becomes the dawn
I pray before it comes I'm gone
so I can rise behind whats dries my tears...
remember when you're moving on
the best you ever had is gone
and what you lost will never re-appear...
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