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My friends are right

I can’t feel sorry

You made your choice

Even if you fail to act


The writing’s on the wall

Everyone can see a love

That screams its truth

Behind longing eyes


We march onward in time

Matching bands on our wrists

You reset to me, gears balanced

As your smile returns


But how can I watch

You bury a flame inside

To play house with honor

In a land you can desert


You’ve come back home

As you call it still

Knowing nothing’s changed

It’s you, me, our candle aglow