The End


It is the way it is that all things must come to an end
so our concern should be the time that we spend
you might not see me again. Consider this, I'm going
out on a limb. I've scratched the surface; I'm just
on the brim. Let me begin. See, we have fought through
trials and tribulations and sins. Throughout my life,
I have seen you as a friend. You might not see me again
So many men would feel so honored to have wondered
through the places I've been. My happiness has bloomed.
Your love was the stem. That just depends because
now - a - days, it seems the situation is grim and
we're just holding all of our feelings within. Is this
the end? I was told that old wounds are hard to mend.
With this charade, we mascaraed our lives trying not
to offend. The truth can hurt. It's better off we
pretend. You might not see me again. Let's make amends.
If time is all we have, do you know how long it has
been since we've been in this position we're in where
the lights were so dim? Since you're my friend, I have
a paper and pen. I'm going to write about a brighter
day and do the best that I can to turn that frown
around and make it a grin, since all things come to an
end. It is the way it is that all things come to an end
so our concern should be the time that we spend
You might not see me again

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