What's left?
So
There
Is
Really
No
Coming
Back
Tired
So I'll continue
To fake it
I will make it
I wanted us
Beyond dust
The streets are clear
But still foggy
When I look out
Sun shining
But there is still doubt
Back and fourth
Like a swing
I've realized
There is nothing worth
Realizing
So I've decided
Too let go
Of a whole lot of
Nothing
While I sing in my head
A song worth the sing
There
Is
Really
No
Coming
Back
Tired
So I'll continue
To fake it
I will make it
I wanted us
Beyond dust
The streets are clear
But still foggy
When I look out
Sun shining
But there is still doubt
Back and fourth
Like a swing
I've realized
There is nothing worth
Realizing
So I've decided
Too let go
Of a whole lot of
Nothing
While I sing in my head
A song worth the sing
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