The End

Hey Friend;
There is no need to pretend,
I can see what’s coming ahead ,
I can really sense the end;
My bright days turning to twilight,
My world’s turning Black and White,
Something’s not right,
Something’s never right;
It used to be happy glory days,
And we used to laugh in the summer haze,
Now its me all alone,in the cold and dark daze;
We used to walk along
With our hands holding on tight,
Now you just walk away far and long,
Leaving me behind;
So if you wanna leave,just go away!
Where there is no me, there is no one to care,
To care for you, with all of their heart,
Just stop pretending, ’cause you’re tearing me apart!

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