Now
The emptiness of lost
Searching for the present of cost
Burning the bridges
Try to heal and fail
Grabbing for what is not thete
To lose such
The emptiness of lost
The wind turns to dust
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The emptiness of lost
Searching for the present of cost
Burning the bridges
Try to heal and fail
Grabbing for what is not thete
To lose such
The emptiness of lost
The wind turns to dust