Goodbye

It was not meant to be

Wrong place, wrong time

Together but apart

So I trudge on

Erase you from my memory

What an innocent crime

I wanted you, needed you to

Save me from this burning inferno

Release me from this prison that I keep myself in

Trapped

But when you needed me I pushed you away

So I trudge on

 

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