In the twilight I surrender,
Let my mind run its course.
No point to stop it,
I am the source,
Of all my own problems.
Why fight a battle i can't win?
Running in circles.
Don't even feel comfortable in my skin.
No purpose anymore,
The war has been won,
The best side of me will always be with you,
Shadowed from the sun.
Good times or bad,
I cherish all the memories I can render,
And without the light of day,
In the twilight I surrender.
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