Strange new crossroads,
days fly by;
What are we, now?
What am I?

A passing stranger,
a passing glance.
Another game,
Or true romance?

So hard to judge,
Can’t let you see,
the truth of love;
the hurt in me.

My buried lies,
My memories,
my hurricane.
No guarantees.

I leave behind,
Another love,
That I have been,
Neglectful of.

So here we stand,
And there we go,
to roller coaster,
from plateau.

Another journey,
a whole new day;
a different face,
the same old game.

 
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