I’m dragged under- The remorse- The current pulls me- Tugs my shirt- Reminds me what’s up- And our new scenes- Has silenced us- But it’s not my kind of day- I’ve been where I’ve been- Remorse and hindsight- A mixed bag- With so many strings attached- This one goes out- To the love given to the wrong ones- Misplaced love- With misspelled names- We stood out, like sour thumbs- All that it shows- Is the place you and I- Should have never gone- The wheels continue to spin- But I don’t look back- I can’t afford that- I’ve been where I’ve been- Those footsteps are now on- The other side- And from here- I can forget- And from here- I have begun-Birth sign: Libra
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