The past becomes the present
and the future is torn apart
I have no one left to resent
to blame for my broken heart
Dead birds on the sidewalk
are pretty much like sorrow
I can't sleep, I can't talk
I know I have no tomorrow...
The drink that took my soul
on that fateful blurry night
has finally pierced a hole
where once there was light.
And thoughts are scattered
as we smile and slow dance
you let go, my heart shattered
This was my one last chance...
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