Good times

good times

Good times have gone, and the ones I have left have mourned
Over time I’ve never felt it lost,
As it tells me that I just lost it to make me cry.
I live in a world now, where I mean nothing for those people I met
And far from that which I have done.
Let me skip as nothing but a dedut.
Even if it’s asleep and woke up with the words, now someone
It is believed that I fly, they think, no longer are divine.
Even my eyes turned off, for me, all my regrets and and the milkchutes are exposed.
“I’m wrong, I’m wrong “, it’s all
I have to go about myself, all life-long.
And these things are never changing
Until so long, you have gone, my beloved.

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