Falling

Darkness blooms on the horizon
You can’t tell me anything
Anymore
And expect me to believe

Alone
It’s what I’ve always known
You can’t change that
I wasn’t meant for this

Sadness envelopes me
It’s a cold embrace
You can’t change that
And apparently neither could I

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