This archway is hollow
The flood has run through
Who knew that when the waters ran dry
I'd be staring at an empty view
My mind's eye is searching
For that one thing that went all wrong
Maybe the water was too deep
Or the current was just too strong
I stand underneath
As the last trickles begin to dry
Thinking about its moments
Resisting temptations to cry
Although I know the flood is past
And my welcome is long overstayed
I can't help but sit and watch
The memories being played
And to the tomorrows
I promise it won't be long
When I can be with you
But for now... I'm just not that strong
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