Sitting atop a hilly facade
The memories, they seem to consume
So disillusioned by this meaningless charade
I spew back all the love they presume
Wilting in terror of an unknown future
A paradox, this life, can it go any further?
A light beckons, it promises to nurture
Maybe someday, we'll know one another
The memories, they seem to consume
So disillusioned by this meaningless charade
I spew back all the love they presume
Wilting in terror of an unknown future
A paradox, this life, can it go any further?
A light beckons, it promises to nurture
Maybe someday, we'll know one another
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