theres something to be said
for innocence lost under city lights
wasted time, and wasted youth
how can you get sleepless nights back
how can you repair bridges burnt
how can you forget whats been said?
when do we get to turn the clock back
and restore whats been lost?
the broken bottles and spilled liquids
paint the pictures of the people we've become
slaves to what we never thought we could be
how can you fix what you didnt know was broken
how can you stand up and say enough is enough
and when does forever not preceed a goodbye?
theres something to be said
for lives lost in the cold city nights
rushed goodbyes and tearful hugs
how do you replace what you love
when forever comes crashing
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