I can not begin to describe
The feeling you're feeling
When you start crying and weeping
What's worse is that you lose control
Of the moment in time
So ready, set, go
Embrace it
And grab hold
Of your story that's told
In light of your absence
Maybe from too much absinthe
But that time is done
Your doing is now
Destroy your silence
And break your vow
It's true
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