I am floating over everything and everyone I know.
I am dreaming about everyone that’s ever left, it’s been so long.
You turned your back on me,
just because you hated the reflection that you use to see;
revealing what you’ll never be.
I know that there is hope, but I’ve given up on you.
I was your last chance for progression.
I was your guardian, and I had so much faith in you.
But you took that for granted, oh how you tore me apart.
When I return, you’ll barely recognize me.
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