Once again...
Things that used to matter,
will all be missed...
holding up to empty promises,
where love doesn't even exist...
Sharing everything,
and giving it all the best-
the courage to visit unknown places,
to find you're like the rest...
All those promised dreams,
filled with so much hopes,
came crashing through me,
with no remorse.
Almost made it home
while leaving was the thing to do-
yet a chance was granted...
getting back felt so right with you.
Some says, fool will always be fool,
not all are the same...
what holds the real ending-
Can someone please explain?
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