Who cares for the life we earned?

Someone sold all the truth you yearned,
remember when you used to shine
and had no fear or sense of time,
when it creeps up on you.
You can't cry now there's nothing to feel.
No one's noticed our loneliness.
Remember when you should have teased
and made us scream eternal time.

I believed that you'd always be here
and once you promised a life with no fear.
Please, don't break my ideas,
and say what thing was always real.
I was...
Take me back again.


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