Thoughts seem to spin a situation I can't win,
Fooled myself into hate when really I was just late,
The hate turns to pity for others but mostly me,
I always come back to this place of disgrace,
Reflecting on the past waiting for the last,
Final cut of the zero hour climb that tower,
Rewind that song I need more time among,
Try to grasp that fleeting moment keeps retreating,
I catch a glimpse in the corner but never since,
Darkness descends pools of black heart friends
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