Fading
By Shane Bryan
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Walking down this street now mystery,
Faded memories, empty history,
No reflection in this window,
Passing by just like a shadow,
Now a ghost in this town,
Am I enough to stick around,
Because the clock is ticking down.
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A fading light,
Nothing to hide,
There's me and you,
You can see right through,
The past I regret,
One wish to forget,
Is my destiny met.
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Is this right or am I wrong,
Does the answer take that long,
What do I do
I dream and see you
Or is this a nightmare
I know life isn't fair
So I caution, Beware.
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