The sun may rise and set, but for me it has gone nova.
Blazing, raging flames, toiled in the ignorance of some people.
I am running away forever, as if I were in trouble.
I am now, for my heart is a black hole.
My heart used to shimmer like the brightest lightbulb.
Instead, it's blown out, and dead.
And yet I can still live with myself.
I have such a pity for myself, because of that.
This is the patheticy of my life.
The melancholy labyrinth I've created.
If only I'd care again, giving happiness a chance.
I suppose it's too late now, only a memory of what I once had.
I spent my chance, and now I pay for them.
This is not the way I would've paved my life out, if I were in control.
But I'm not, am I? I'm only giving apologies from the cycled torment.
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