Catch my drift,
The air that seeped through,
That pale cold breeze you feel inside of you.
I say I'm fine,
That I'm okay,
But you know my lies
Just like you and me,
We act like it's all going to be okay,
But we both know at the end of the day,
You and I we just lost it all,
Oh so long ago.
Now it's time to move on,
No more hurt and heartache,
Just peace at mind.
A melody plays,
We sing along,
As we go our separate ways.
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