The End, To the Beginning
I feel the seconds
They're counting down
To the end of my youth
To the old body
When your young
Less people die
Is being mature
the consequence of death
I've only given my heart
To a single person
And he passed
When there's no distraction
A loneliness invades
His memory stands beside me
And sometimes thats enough
I imagine him, pacing
In his groundfloor flat
In his favourite clothes
Flustered at something
Or annoyed at that
Everything is organised
Like he still cares
I don't live there
But he never took the key
Or revoked the invite
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