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Confusion and this illusion are the thoughts flooding my head

To know what to care for and that what can never be

Time holds part of the key

Wanting to be lead; not wanting to feed the unconscience



So much to accomlish, so much to mourn

All things I've done wrong in this life

There are ways to compensate

It might be just to concentrate



The thoughts of debate running inside

can't be pushed aside, there's no reason to hide

And try as you might

Life will happen without you noticing, regardless



Regardless of all

This time is just the same, no-stopping, no mercy

Foresaken tears running with the sand

To accept is to give in.

To accept is to let them win.