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No one special

cry

A path that was familiar,

is now a stranger in my eyes,

I search for what was left of the forgotten past,

a shattered red string, a speeding light,

the red, then darkness,

then silence.

Silence that leaves the other in pain,

silence that leaves the other broken,

silence that leaves the other dead.

I\'m searching for you now,

I don\'t know when,

or why,

but in this path I feel drawn to the memory of you,

it leads me down a road of feelings,

feelings only had with you,

it\'s hard not to cry as I see your face,

but I won\'t,

because I made a promise before you left that day, 

that when we meet again,

I will cry out all my tears.