A fresh stage is set and I'm stamping this day as the day I finally cleansed the clouds and crossed your name.
You've taken a fall from your pedestal and I see you now, with your domino on the ground, my fair-weather friend (that's a kind way to put it), my boiling point can't cook up a better fit. I've played your ruthless game for the longest stretch, I let a ******* decade slip through my fingers; and I've still lingered, for the sake of something I can't recall anymore. Your betrayals are the mindless hand to an hourglass and I'm counting the sand you spilled. No sea of apologies can wash away this wreck. I'm done with pointing fingers and holding daggers to your neck. I'll lay my shield and armour down, and walk you out.
A fresh stage is set and I'm stamping this day as the day I let your hand and my grudges go and asked your ghost to stay.