I always wanted more,
for myself,
for us.

You always wanted more,
for yourself,
for her.

the ride is always breathtaking
before the wreck.

She was always there,
the glow of the moonlight.
while I always hid,
behind the shadows of the night.

It's the beauty of the ride,
the memory keeps you going.
Reality always brings you back.

So now what, you ask?
watch from a distance,
hide in the darkness of the night.

Or is it time to let go,
find more for yourself.
Be someone else's moonlight.

Someone else's beautiful ride.

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