Another one down the drain, to bury itself in the muck. A blinded pilot, stuck in a veil of fog, on a crash course of love. A memory of another time, but it's stuck in the hole of yesterday. I watched you walk away as I walked away myself, and I said goodbye to hope. A third opportunity to give yourself away, but another chance to run. A sleepless night, a dreamless sleep, an empty hand...another chance to grieve.
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