I wonder what you think of it.
Of all the little priceless bits of happiness we shared,
when I thought you cared.
I woke up in the morning after, have you forgotten again?
And so I ride a train with no chance of goodbye.
You'll drain me of all the things I like.
But I will see right through your lame disguise.
I'll look through morning eyes.
Time deceives the best of us.
Fingerprints left in the dust to hold our memories.
Them of which, I'll seize.
I woke up in the morning after, have you forgotten again?

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