Revolving doors are going out of style. Time may change
This life. This never ending quest. A feeling never shook.
Breathe for me softly. It parts its way through the
Let's take back what's ours. Stabbed in the back, True
The placement of what is important always lies on what
This mirror reflects more than you see.
Your beliefs melt
When do I ever leave my mark?
These jilted moments that
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