I was abandoned by my world,
So I abandoned it
I thought I should have been happy,
But I don’t fit the prerequisite
Love sways like a breeze,
And it moves passively through my wake
I had thought my grip was so tight,
But it wasn’t mine to take
I sank into the river of wanderlust,
And it pushed me into an undertow of temptation
I caused my own demise,
My own lamentation
In the mangled forest I wait,
Lying on my bed of cold stone
A cold rain falls slowly from the sky,
The tears of those who are alone
I do not belong here,
I whisper to my silhouette
It can only sigh,
And tell me I should forget
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