No More
and I have to ask,
what more would you have to offer
after everything is gone?
Would you sell your soul?
or would you move on?
Is it worth the breath you'd steal,
the feelings you know aren't real?
I could go on and on endlessly
and hope you'd catch on eventually,
but time has flown and so have I,
so this is it, this is goodbye.
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