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The last
No one can fill this glass
Empty pages of a book
Disappear before you look
The flame is out just sparks and flashes
The unwritten pages burn to ashes
Left with a smell of smoke from fire
One by one the dreams expire
The light is fading fast
Forgotten memories of the past
The mirror reflects yesterday, today and tomorrow
Tired of the routine followed by sorrow
Lack of hope and lack of sleep
Counting minutes between the sheep
Forgotten faded and left behind
Counting seconds that chase the time
Between the lips become so dry
Watch to rain fall to the sky
Close my eyes run for the door
I can't see the path ahead any more
Half of me locked in this cell
The other half lives in this hell
Pick apart the walls brick by brick
This candle burns without a wick
Burned are the pages of this book
Like the hope and dreams that this life took