Looking down from up high,
Never, ever knew exactly why,
I lost you amongst all this sorrow,
Hoping for a much better tomorrow.
Now I am addressing you to fate,
I am letting you become my own bait.
We never connected in the way you wanted to.
So it's better we are through.
I rushed to see it all fall down,
My fate, my anguish, and everything else around.
But you chose to call it quits,
I am at the end of my tired wits.
So put your tired mind to rest,
And remember that I am the best.
Confessions I longed to confess,
Why don't we just clean up this unfortunate mess.
©terrylin53
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