To been seen from beneath you appeared to be the sun.
you were the bullets
as if, i were the gun.

But life has a way to conceal the inevitable,
because nothing´s to great to be irreversible.

And hidden deep within,
razor´s of thoughts,
nothings to thin,
to not fall apart.

And even though thing´s changed,
yet there you are.
Once a fiercely firestorm,
now just scarcely a spark.


Stuck in the past, but i know where i are,
im at the last road, last thoughts

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