We’ll
speak for this when you are done,
This
system that we cannot run,
The
broken words, the broken lies,
Your
memories should satisfy.
The
hourglass ran out of sand,
Pour
some powder from the sun,
Make a
wish from a falling star,
Like
the star you’ll fall so far.
File a
regret at the end of the line,
You’ll
crave for more when you’ve lost the sign,
Our
memories should satisfy,
But we
haven’t live by the time we die.
Written By: Seb Calaguas
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