Pick up the broken pieces, and my pride from the dust
Where it lays with my heart, bleeding, but still beating
Closed the door gently, silent curses, this history repeating
Maybe I fall too soon; maybe this is my lot in life
To be that moment's burning spark, but never Mr Right
That would seem a common thread through all I have said and done
At the end of each encounter, why should I reassess what I've become?
You are
but a footnote in my book of life
Obscure
like a speck of trivia
A leaf
making a raft on a river
You are proof
that life based on a lie
Will
always be false
And that
love will not last forever
Confusion
Like a
thousand shards of glass
Tearing
wounds across my mind
Thoughts
chasing across the plains
Like a
stampede of headless cattle
Following
blind panic to the end of the horizon
So, in the setting of the dying sun, let this be my swift adieu,
Though void now, I shall rebuild; I won't cry over you.
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