Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
So many words leaving my mouth.
So little words that you can hear.
Remember the times we had?
Why do you want to forget?
Leaving so soon? Pay a fare to cross,
the River Styx in all your dreams.
Decisions, decisions, so little time.
The hourglass just won't stop.
Grain by grain, your time falls to an end.
Enough, stop the clock, you've had enough.
You knew it would end, the inevitable.
Just stop the clock, end the pain.
But the curtain just wouldn't close for you,
because the show will never end.
On and on, swinging on, like pendulum through
the wheels of time.
But your time is already up.
The curtain has brought someone new,
and your world has gone black.
But, as I sit next to this casket,
I promise you one thing.
Love never dies, but people do.
As you fade away, I will follow.
I will follow you, into the dark.
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