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The end is coming near again

The horizon upon the distance I now see

I loved this place I really did

But I know this ideal person shall never be me



I strip myself of my reasons,

My ideals

I strip myself of every emotion

And every memory of this beautiful but forgotten place.

For life here goes at to fast a pace



Everyday it is the same

Run, run, run

Go, go, go

And all the things I must know



I strip myself of my reasons, my ideals

I strip myself of every emotion

And every memory of this beautiful but forgotten place

For life here goes at to fast a pace



I have to run, I have to go

Back to the childhood that was never on a constant mend

Back t my friends and family

For to them, my mind, my life, my ideal never have to bend



I strip myself of my reasons, my ideals

I strip myself of every emotion

And every memory of this beautiful but forgotten place

For life here goes at to fast a pace.