In the very place that seemed to
change
Everything
Live has made of all the constant ways
Burning sun
I hardly even care
Now it’s wrong to do
I’m passing over you
Nothing better to do than
Passing over you
In my face
I see everyone that left this place
Trying hard
To think of every soul without a name
Without a name
With no restrain
Bound to wait
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