And the mystery of the past
Hounds and still seems to detach
In getting away from this nightmare,

This horrid daydream keeps me
Wishing for falsehoods.
Each given day, is the day
For me to seek answers;
Answers that need a lifetime
For me to find.
Annoyance and pain dig down
To my essence,
And the mystery of the past
Hounds and still seems to detach
In getting away from this nightmare,
Is a misery that is pulling me back.
The past is still bleeding at the back of my head.
Faces that are history
Become visible.
Faded stories are starting to
burn,
And painful melodies from down under
Can be recognized.
Apologies and promises fail,
Memories flashback and disgraces vanish.
Drastic life ends,
but undeniable facts remain.
The heart stops beating, but never breaks.
Friendship ends, and couples separate
And the proven reality, that nothing will last forever.
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