The reality--of the cause,
to what I once was,
burns inside my mind
as I leave you behind.
It is sobering to say,
how I let you get away,
because now I am dying
and you believe I'm lying.
I'm trying to tell you--
I want to see us through.
But you say "I'm too late",
We can't fix the mistake.
Resigning what was mine,
everyone says I'll be fine.
But, that's not how it feels,
am I just spinning wheels?
Because it's one day--to late.

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