They both sighed the same thing
and today they are part of a rain far away
don't be confused, resentment is useless
they are spasms after goodbye
You play sad songs to feel better
your essence is more visible,
From the same pain
a new dawn will come.
Perhaps they filled the need
but there are voids that they cannot fill
they did not know the depth
until one day there was no more
You were left waiting for echoes that will not return
floating between rejections
of the same pain
a new dawn will come.
Separating from the species
for something superior
it is not pride it is love
it is not pride it is love
To be able to say goodbye
it is to grow

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