Someday will never be tomorrow.
Your promises are an empty cloud
Destined to leave before bearing any rain,
Deceptive hope disappearing cruelly on the horizon.
Hope is like a spark of life-saving fire,
Flickering in the the charcoal of truth.
Better to die in the darkness of ignorance,
Than to watch every glint of change surely die out.
Oooh how to forget? Oooh how to move on?
Oooh time to learn, oooh time to let go
Experience has a harsh voice
And with it comes pain.
Experience has a harsh voice
But with it comes joy.
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