You’ve wandered off too far,
you’ve forgotten who you are; you’ve let down the ones you love, you’ve given up too much.
You once made a deal with time,
but it’s slipping by too fast;
you can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
You forsake all that you hold dear, for a dream that is not your own;
you would rather live a lie— than live your life alone.
By Lang Leav
