It's the worst thing when you ruined your dreams yourself
Walked away, put your life on the shelf
In the end it's too late to deal with fate
Or is it just the dark days that keep you from being great?
Remembering the victories, the triumphs, the things you have done
Can they really so easily disappear, fade away like unwritten history, all this time gone?
You have lost your momentum, you were spoiled from winning and not accustomed to lose
How many more times does the same mistake need to happen to you?
Will you ever find out what is right or wrong?
You thought you had it figured but spring, summer, fall and winter, it's all a different song
Just when you think all is good, your life is saved and truth is found
It's shattered to pieces, once more, and you're alone, waiting for love to come back around
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