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I’ve stood on the edge of reason.
But now I have nothing to believe.
It ends with the past,
Begins with the future, just a figment of my imagination.
I’m getting closer to loosing this all.
Golden sun streams through my window.
But nothing can shake the feeling of regret.
I walk through your lives, like footprints in the sand.
Waiting for the waves to wash away my existence.
But still they do not come, at you are still there.
Watching, waiting.
Wishing one day the dream will come true.
But still I stand, here waiting with you.
But now I have nothing to believe.
It ends with the past,
Begins with the future, just a figment of my imagination.
I’m getting closer to loosing this all.
Golden sun streams through my window.
But nothing can shake the feeling of regret.
I walk through your lives, like footprints in the sand.
Waiting for the waves to wash away my existence.
But still they do not come, at you are still there.
Watching, waiting.
Wishing one day the dream will come true.
But still I stand, here waiting with you.
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