From going early to not going again
How my life has turned from a lit to display
A pause that has stayed in every ounce of relay
A quiet humph that has met its quivering delay
On my bed I lay with a thought of disgrace
On the roof l stare with a past that's grayed
How long it has been .oh no .I can't say
But as long as I remember ..
I am not the one that remained
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