So this is who I am, whats been left, whats become. So this is how it ends, torn ties, lost bonds. So this is what you know, no bounds, no wrongs. No longing sorrow, no rythmic song. So time is of the essence, no sense to lose. So this why I left, no tears, no use.
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The ResidualSo this is who I am, whats been left, whats become. So this is how it ends, torn ties, lost bonds. So this is what you know, no bounds, no wrongs. No longing sorrow, no rythmic song. So time is of the essence, no sense to lose. So this why I left, no tears, no use.  |