Years Too Late
It's
Harder
To admit
Than continue
The charade
It's easier to
Stay alive
Then
Let die
What once was
Too deep
And
Too late
Sleeping
In beds
That are no
Longer mine
I want to
Wake up
When it's
Over
But each
Day
And dream
Repeats
Years late
And to say
Love
Too soon
It will
Pass
She will
Pass
This will
Pass
One day
Someday
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