When I say goodbye
It's not to you but to me
Everything in the past I've done
Was done in a memory
Faded dreams of us
Appears thru the looking glass
Broken and cracked
Reality finally hits back
You've already left
Now it's my turn to go
I guess I'll turn around
And walk away slow
~Mateo Morell
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