It was more than two years ago...
Everything turned dark
For every heartbeat is a sound of clock ticking.
It's killing me inside
Like the sickening air that consumes the life.
I would never have to face death at this early
Not because of you.
But I forgive you
For it's the right thing to do.
Now, I have to give up
The things I used to have.
This is the price of forgiving the both of us.
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