Countless
Countless
As time flies and the memories fade
The feelings die into shades of gray
The countless moments have cast away
In this trap we call life just to get thrown away
So why not live Now
Why not be free
Why not live the moment
That was destine for me
So from now on I’ll own it
and make this memory
Something great
So they’ll remember me
For what I am
and not what I should be…
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