Time passes, it rushes fast.
But the memories always last;
And drive you mad.
Distant realities seem so close,
but there’s nothing to hold.
The problems quickly become old;
And the promises so cold.
So much left unsaid,
but we just put it to bed.
Because our hearts stop being red,
when nothing lied ahead.
And time kept moving on,
regardless if we ever had a bond.
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