Sad

It's sad to see what I've become 
The places I've been 
The things I've done 
The faces I've seen at rise of sun

 

It's sad to hear the things I say
In the darkness 
In the day
Chase the emptiness away

 

It's sad because no soul has done
These things to me
No I'm the one
Who chose the fate, to turn and run

 
 
 

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