Can be a long road ascertaining conceit, Along your way you indeed knew deceit. These are all only, faces without names, Not presented any truth, simply games.
Gives odds you can’t believe, comes loss, Tears that fell you’ll memorize their cost. Is living a nightmare hoping it’s not true, Endure upon darkness nothing to pursue.
Simply why, is saying goodbye that hard. It’s like being slashed with a glass shard, And that pain to which it brings directly To one’s very essence, but offers clarity.
Conclusion of the former casts you free, Thus, holding prized what you can’t see, Playing this rapture offers peace of mind, Is alike seeing joy, for your very first time!
