The perfect moon, fills the empty sky. Out here on the perimeter, what is truth is often times not far from the lie. Reaching shadows, cast doubt along the brightly lit gravel. This is the road to nowhere, the sign screams "Dead End" as the dream unravels.
They said I need to let you go,
Turn around, detour, move on or loose your soul.
I'm just an empty reflection of the one you know.
How can anyone love me,
if I dont care for myself.
Who's going to love me,
When I don't want anyone else.
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