Knowing me, I will be left hanging around,
Clinging to the passion you exposed in me.
I know, I should not wait to hear the sound
Of your voice fading fast over a fickle sea.
But I know, I want to hold on to this light-
I fear, our time has passed, and it is to late
To stop this creeping shadow, eternal night
That you know already, is our fate.
Knowing that you, left a crack open in the door-
A small opening, for one last chance,
For me to drown in your embrace, once more
Knowing you, knew it only as a parting glance.
(After me knowing you-) we are through-
there is nothing left to renew.
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