As few of our reactions don't fade in shade, part one seams as final departure. Turning gray by turning heads, you really are a fool. Wispers fly by light at night, if you only knew what reflects back at you. Before you look back and wonder, you'll never know whats true. You long for the wrong reason, keep on waiting, it's all fake and never new.
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