Falling

useless empty life worthless
words echo in my mind

over and over again we run this circle
over and over we fall

could it be that this time
you'll pick me up

could it be that this time
you'll take my hand

as I see you pass me by
heart aches with the distance

you never look back
not even once

heart aches with every footstep
taking us further apart

memories left behind
of a beautiful start



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