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Choices, chances, futures that have passed
In shapes meant to break when glimpsed at
Events never to be shine in golden light just once

The waves I hoped for run dry on no mans land
It was never meant to happen, why bother at all

Irreversable, unchangable, Accountable I feel
In this hell of mine

Was there ever a choice of bowing to the flow of time
Reach beyond dimensions and to another mind
Of possibilities and actions beyond my sight
To break this doubt, to break this cycle

Choices, chances, futures that have passed
Shards of glass scattered as far as I can gaze
The sun has set, slowly my skin turns cold
Slowly my skin turns cold

Swayed by winds in all direction
I dig my feet into the ground
The tides are rising, my face so pale
I need to focus on the consequences I await

Irreversable,
In this hell of mine

Was there ever a choice of bowing to the flow of time
Reach beyond dimensions and to another mind
Of possibilities and actions beyond my sight
To break this doubt, to break this cycle

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