by Dep

The clock strikes two
The sky, still dark
A solitary car passes
By me, while musing

Where'd I go wrong
What destroyed perfection
Where do I go
What must I do

I know I must move on
Yet how can I
Knowing how much
I care about you

Each night I cry
Each night I muse
What was, could have been
In our love

Fowards or backwards
I can chance
Yet, can you
It remains to be seen

It's oh dark hundred
Lost love's nostalgia
Fills me tonight
Just like every night

Forever

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