Nostalgia, is that all we have now? Broken messages is that how we want to be remembered? Without love is that how I will always walk, without the right to talk. If walls could talk what they would say about yesterday? If dreams could speak what their words reak of?

Keep on looking to the old days to find what it was that made me lose my faith in the human race and the broken face of rocking days and loving shades.

Recorded my past but felt it was the last of times when everything shined in my life. My memory is drawing a blank when you ask where I left my faith. Its lost, shame in my eyes and hate in my words will it always be this dark?

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Pages keep on burning, conspiracies keep on turning the corners of my learning days. Who is that behind the curtain in the golden city of future days and broken rays of sunshine? Guess we have fallen off the line of future times but no hands reach up to pull us up today hey hey.

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