I walk alone on this desolate shore
No one to turn to, Love is no more
Reminiscing about the past years
Happiness, joy and a whole lot of tears
How much more, do you think I can take?
My heart, after all, you've tried to break
Success, is now yours, at last
My dreams, my future, all in the past
My only friend, the waves, breaking at my feet
Wondering how far I can swim, Before my maker,
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