To what depths must we fall before we demand a fresh start?
To what end are we vindicated to erase the past?
We fall in this small oblivion that exists only in our own hearts.
We are only justified if we never lose those shadows that we've cast.
I want to retake the days that I've lost to my yesterdays.
It's not enough to gain the time, but the soul of those many hours.
Will you let me go back?
Will you let me leave?
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC
To what depths must we fall before we demand a fresh start?
To what end are we vindicated to erase the past?
We fall in this small oblivion that exists only in our own hearts.
We are only justified if we never lose those shadows that we've cast.
I want to retake the days that I've lost to my yesterdays.
It's not enough to gain the time, but the soul of those many hours.
Will you let me go back?
Will you let me leave?
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