The Good Times and the Bad Times
You wanted me for a night, I wanted you for a life.
We had the same idea of each other,
It was written for a different book.
That's where we lost sight of one another,
It made us give the plot a second look.
I stopped looking.
My sight is towards what's ahead of me.
I saw you once in it, but now all I see is my dream.
My dream to be happy, my dream to find love.
My dream to find forgiveness with the help from above.
The world is your own so do as you please.
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