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I stick together slices of memories,
Ideas flare in flames.
I let off the past,
Having divided it on a part.
You were so close,
But i feels like i lost.
You left,
I shall not wait.
I'm gone,
I am tired in your games to play.
I've lost,
Why i blame myself again.
You left,
I can't explain the pain.
You left,
And I've gone insane.
I have sunk in your nonsense and falseness,
Having broken in tinkling sounds the dreams.
But now i understand,
There was not bitterness of disappointment,
Only a sensation of loneliness.
You left,
I shall not wait.
You left,
I am tired in your games to play.
You left,
Why i blame myself again.
You left,
I can't explain the pain.
You left,
I've gone insane.
You left,
I never shall be same.
I stick together slices of memories,
Ideas flare in flames.
I let off the past,
Having divided it on a part.
You were so close,
But i feels like i lost.
You left,
I shall not wait.
I'm gone,
I am tired in your games to play.
I've lost,
Why i blame myself again.
You left,
I can't explain the pain.
You left,
And I've gone insane.
I have sunk in your nonsense and falseness,
Having broken in tinkling sounds the dreams.
But now i understand,
There was not bitterness of disappointment,
Only a sensation of loneliness.
You left,
I shall not wait.
You left,
I am tired in your games to play.
You left,
Why i blame myself again.
You left,
I can't explain the pain.
You left,
I've gone insane.
You left,
I never shall be same.
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