It’s fast approaching
The countdown is ending.
Unwanted, beguiling
She’s far from unnoticing
True.
They didn’t seem to know she’d care.
But they didn’t seem to care she’d know.
Rationality then got lost somewhere
And, dramatically, her heart took the blow
Does anything make it fair…?
She wishes they’d care
How could they think of going, without her, there?
When’d she lost control? She was blissfully unaware.
Her tears used to make mountains move
Now, the weight of the world pulls them to the river
Indistinguishable from every deep groove
In the hope she’d once held out in her
Breath catching her in her throat with the thought,
She’ll postpone the thinking; she’s done it before
So soulless actions await; should this battle be fought?
It is worth this anymore?
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